#cuddle piles! this was a great prompt!

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Hey! Could you do some headcanos/ a One Shot where Donna Beneviento finds Out that you Always sleep With one of her dolls at night. Like you cuddle With them to sleep better you know what i mean lol.

Awww this is adorable. I love this prompt!

Have some headcanons 🧡

Donna falls in love with you all over again every night. The sight of you holding her creations gives her the same rush of oxytocin as a parent does seeing their partner hold their child close.

She will sit on the side of the bed and gently brush the back of one hand across your brow.

She will want to sleep with you in the cuddle pile. (Although she may feel the tiniest hint of jealousy at not being the one you're exclusively cuddling ... but she made the dolls so technically she's receiving cuddles by proxy.)

She loves that you're not scared of her dolls.

She loves that you show them affection even more.

Spoil them too much and the dolls may start trying to call you "dad" or "mum". They will stop if you call them out on it.

Since you cuddle them to sleep. Donna will grow plants with calming effects that aid sleep, and fill her dolls with their essence or spray them with perfumes made from the most potent plants.

If you have any respiratory issues that would mean the sprays could be harmful to you, she will invent a new fabric woven from the plants. If you have allergies or skin issues, she will invent, grow, and formulate a new medicine or chemical to get rid of your allergies.

There is nothing this woman would not do for cuddles (or proxy doll cuddles).

The dolls will try and sing you to sleep. It will either sound really terrible or really good, depending on the dolls involved and the condition they are in.

If you love music, Donna may make a few special dolls with woodwind innards or internal bells to sing for you. She will buy the woodwind instruments from the Duke or (after great deliberation) she will ask Heisenberg for help.

She will also sew some pajamas for you; thermal and padded to make sleeping in the cold manor surrounded by dolls more comfortable.

Donna will also perform more repairs on the dolls than she did before. They can't have any sharp edges (porcelain) or molding threads if you're cuddling them.

Angie will demand cuddles. She wants in on the cuddle pile.

Since you are completely comfortable around the dolls, tea parties are a regular occurrence.

Donna will blush like a tomato if you pull her into your lap during those tea parties (regardless of your gender).

Angie will demand to also sit on your lap. (All the dolls want to sit in your lap, give in you are now their second parent).

Donna loves you ... and the fact that you find comfort in and trust her dolls, and by extension, her, just gives her another reason to love you.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.6 K Warnings: none Prompt: What about the rest of the school. This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Not proofread

Chapter 59: Break On Through

You stayed like that, being cuddled by your boys for some more time, just basking in the reassurance of their warmth. No one said anything for a while, but the silence seemed to be the perfect way of wrapping up the previous conversation. Eventually, you sighed and looked at the clock.x

“Do you guys think we can still make it to dinner?” 

“We can bring you some food from the kitchen,” Sirius offered. 

“You can also take my chocolate,” added Remus. “I’ve got some in my pocket.” 

“I think I’d rather have dinner at the great hall,” you said. “Besides… we still have some planning to do.” 

“What do you mean, Étoile? What planning?”

“Well, didn’t you say we would infest the school with toads back at Prong’s house?” You asked with a smirk.

Dinner went all right, the entire school knew about the fire at Rosier’s Christmas Party, but they had covered their –and in turn your– tracks very well. It was as if only a few people knew about the Dark Wizard convention that it had actually been. 

They had published a whole article about the fire, about it being caused by unforeseen causes, and about it being fierce and of dark nature, which was why they couldn’t control it. Your father took back the mention of your implication and ended up saying you ran away because you were upset over your mother’s passing, and that he would give you space. 

They’d added an “in memoriam” section in which they remembered all the deceased on the fire, which included the honourable Cygnus Black of the Noble House of Black, your mother Avis, some other wizards that you didn’t recognise but that you were pretty certain had also been dark wizards, and, of course, near the end, there was Frey and Nina Blythe. In the paper, they claimed they had both been invited to the party and that, unfortunately, they had been way too close to the origin of the fire. There was no mention of the other pile of bodies that you’d seen, but if they had all been muggles, it was no surprise. 

At the end of the paper, there was a small caption that said: The Daily Prophet sends their gratitude to Arkalis, Orion and Silas for sharing the facts with us, without them we wouldn’t have been able to tell the story of The Great Fire Of Christmas. You took the newspaper, bunched it up in a ball and threw it on the floor, you would have burned it if you didn’t hate the idea of the few eyes that weren’t on you to turn your way.

News really did fly in the wizarding world, the Slytherin table was crowded with students; everyone was trying to talk to the few who had been invited to the party, but none of them seemed to want to speak much about it. Barty was talking about his amazing vacation in Thailand, and Evan was sitting next to him with his mouth completely shut. 

Regulus, had almost jumped out of his seat when he spotted you but figured he would have instantly diverted all of the attention on his table towards you and he knew that would be a terrible idea, so instead he sent you a look, you gave him a short nod in response and he turned back to respond a question from a Hufflepuff girl that you recognised as the same who had tried to flirt with Sirius back when you were James, Zia. She wanted to know if he had seen how the fire started, and if you had actually had anything to do with it. 

“I was with her most of the night. She wasn’t even close to the ignition point,” he retorted, loud enough for her and about the other half of people loitering next to them to hear. Reggie knew there wasn’t much he could do, but making sure your name stayed out of the school gossip was something that he could manage. 

“But why did her father mention that she might have been–” the girl insisted with a pout and a rather petulant tone. 

“Don’t you think Chancellor Silas was affected by the passing of his wife while he gave that first interview?” Regulus retorted before she could even finish her sentence. “She’s my friend, and I won’t tolerate people bad-mouthing her for the words of a grief-stricken man.” 

“You’re friends with that Gryffindor?” an older Slytherin boy asked. 

“And he’s not the only one!” intervened Dorcas, her imposing glare was enough to shut him up. Solacis sent a wink her way and then turned back to the conversation he had been having with Nox. 

When Reggie joined the conversation of the two boys (that was thankfully focused on Quidditch since the Cannons were close to winning the championship) the Hufflepuff girl huffed and walked towards Evan and Barty, to see if she could get information from either of them.

You used Remus and Sirius as a shield from prying eyes until you reached your table. “Pete,” you said extending your hands when you spotted the blond and leaned in to give him a tight hug. Peter had read about Christmas in the papers and while he had been queasy, James ’ letters had been enough reassurance, (he had no idea about your fight with Sirius since eveyone had been too wrapped up in themselves to worry about the news, last thing Peter knew was that you were at the Potter’s. “How was your vacation?” 

“It was fun,” he said with a smile and leaned in to give a short hug to the two boys flaking you. “I heard you’re in on the prank now?” 

You smiled, “I’m always in on the prank. Did you finish your quest?” 

He nodded as he patted his bag, “And you two?” he asked as he nodded towards Remus and you. 

You both had a good idea of the combination of spells that you wanted to use, you had talked about it, but you had never gotten to the creating/testing part.

“Kind of,” you said with an apologetic smile. “Where are the girls?” You asked as you realized none of your other friends were there.

“They had dinner at the Three Broomsticks,” James said, they said they would stay and unpack, but Wormmy wanted dinner.” 

“I was starving!” Peter responded. “My mum wanted to put me on a stupid diet and when I got here, I was–” he looked at you and cut himself off as if what he was about to say was not apt for your ears. If only he knew you’d seen him inside the broom closet in the map, “–active, and then the elves said there would be meat pies.” 

“I guess it gives us time to plan things out,” you said as you took some bread from the table and added some butter to it. 

“We’re setting it at night, right?” James asked, looking pleased with the fact that you had walked in with Remus and Sirius, with that smile of his that screamed “I know something that the rest don’t”.

“I guess I could come over after unpacking,” you shrugged. 

“You can take my cloak,” James said with a nod, he was making himself a very thick sandwich with roast beef, lettuce, tomato and… bacon? 

Your mouth watered at the idea of that sandwich, but decided not to go ham with the meat yet (pun intended), not when you hadn’t eaten it in days, it seemed like it could make your stomach upset. You did add a few stripes of bacon to your cheese and veggie sandwich thought. You were looking for something to add as a dressing when you saw Sirius’ hand sneakily cross over to your plate and take a piece of bacon from your sandwich.

“Sirius!” you complained as he plopped the piece onto his mouth. 

“Sorry luv, there wasn’t any left on the table.” 

You scoffed, and you were about to argue again when Remus took a piece from his plate and placed it over your sandwich, you turned to him with a surprised gaze. “Rem, you don’t have to do that, Sirius and I were just–” 

“But I wanted to,” he retorted with a sneaky smile and then gave Sirius a bit of a challenging look, which had the other boy scoff. This was not a contest, but if it had been one, then Sirius was determined to win it. You were eating your sandwich when the main dish turned into dessert, and the table was filled with all sorts of cakes, muffins, scones, meringues, pies and cookies. Sirius grabbed a few of your favourite cookies and dropped them on your plate, about at the same time, Remus had seen your favourite pie, pulled it from the bunch, and placed it on your plate. 

They threw each other a look, and in between bites of your sandwich, your plate started to –rather quickly– get filled with all of the desserts you normally enjoyed (not that you ever enjoyed them all at once!).

“What’s with those two?” Peter asked as he leaned closer to James, who just shrugged. 

“Haven’t they always been a little crackers?” 

You gave James a look and he winked your way. You were on the last bite of your sandwich when Sirius added another cookie to the pile and caused it to collapse over your clothes. Your top getting filled with merengue and bits of lemon curd while Sirius looked at you in shock and Remus threw him a murderous gaze. You picked up some of the merengue and brought it to your mouth, “Whichever of you fools picked the lemon tart was actually brilliant,” you said as you savoured it. Sirius threw a satisfied “I won” sort of look at Remus who just narrowed his eyes even further. “Shame it got all over their face,” you added with a shrug, you got a confused look from Sirius before you took your already messy hand and spread its lemon curd and meringue all over his face. 

“Starshine!” he complained with a gasp, which had your smile widening. He brought his hands to his face to wipe some of the meringue from his eyes. “Ugh! You’ve even gotten it on my hair!” 

“You got it on my jumper,” you retorted diverted while you took a piece of the cookie stuck in the sleeve and plopped it to your mouth. 

“Yours? Since when?” Remus complained. He’d given it to you before you came for dinner since he noticed you were a little cold. 

“Well,” you said as you brought your hand back into the mess in the sweater, “I think it was since…” You picked up some of the meringue with your finger and then drew it towards him, but he was quicker than Sirius and grabbed your wrist in the air before it hit his face. 

“You were saying?” He asked with an amused face.

You didn’t miss the teasing “Ufffff…” that Sirius emitted from the background. 

“I was saying that,” you said as you pulled your free hand towards the dessert pile and tried to dig it into some more pie. 

“Careful, little fox,” Sirius intervened as he pulled your hand from the pile before you even managed, you huffed in response. 

“You’re no fun,” you added with a pout.

“Oh, we’re plenty fun,” Sirius said as he eyed Remus, silently communicating something. “Aren’t we Moony?” 

“Delightfully so,” the latter confirmed. 

“We’ll show you just how much,” Sirius added with a confident smile and leaned over to kiss you, making sure to have his face so close to yours that he was basically transferring your previous mischief back at you, all the while he cornered you against Remus. You were laughing and trying to push Sirius away as he kissed you. 

“Rem,” you said in between kisses, “help, I’m being attacked,” you joked. 

“But you were going to attack me, sweetheart,” he retorted, leaning to the side enough so you wouldn’t actually have an escape route. He then took a napkin and carefully wiped your finger, he had thought of licking the stuff away, and he knew that he’d fluster you if he did, but Peter was already looking at the three of you with a rather shrewd gaze, and he didn’t want to make it too obvious before either of you were ready to tell him about it. Regardless, he did lean over a little closer and whispered, just loud enough for the two of you to hear, “Besides I’m rather enjoying the view…” 

You had gotten so flustered after he said it, that you were glad Sirius had spread meringue all over your face, and was still all over you, meaning his hair was covering most of your reaction. Eventually, you gave in and kissed Sirius back, ignoring the sticky meringue and the getting lost on his lips. You were both almost propped on Remus’ lap, and you could feel his hand on your neck, a soft pressure, as it to let you know he too was there, and he was enjoying it almost as much as Sirius was. 

James, who knew about the entire drama, was actually pretty happy with the fact that you and Sirius were back together, and while he would have been the first one to complain in a normal situation, this time around he was just sneakily looking at Remus, who was trying really hard not to blush under his friend’s suggestive gaze. 

“Get a room,” Peter said after clearing his throat for the fourth time. You and Sirius burst out laughing, and he dug his head into your nack, getting even more meringue all over you. 

“Such an asshole,” you said as you pushed him off, and he just kept on laughing. 

“As if you didn’t snog Annie Doxon like that,” Remus retorted with a wink. 

“Or worse,” you muttered as you looked for a napkin. Remus heard it, and had to hold back a laugh, masking it with a short cough. He took his handkerchief and started wiping away some of the pie from your face. 

“But not in public!” Pete retorted with a scandalized tone. 

“Remus was shielding us from the public,” Sirius said with a shrug. “And the table, I mean did you see anything other than my hair?” 

Remus gave you a teasing look, a small raise of his eyebrows as the two listened to their bittering. He had his hand on your chin and was now cleaning some of the lemon curd on your left cheek. He was clearly enjoying himself.

“But we still knew!” Wormmy argued.

Their little discussion went on for a while. Remus had even finished with his –actually quite slow– wiping off your face and you were both already eating some of the treats while Sirius and Peter kept going on about the do’s and don’ts of PDA. James had actually started paying closer attention to the conversation and sometimes added points for and against their arguments.

“But listen, a small peck is fine, straight-up snogging makes it awkward!” 

“Well you could just not watch,” Sirius argued. “You couldn’t even see it.” 

“But I could hear it! I cannot imagine how awkward it must have been for poor Moony.” 

“Mmmm, yeah, totally awkward,” Remus said with a small smirk, his sole purpose was to piss Sirius off slightly.

“Shut up Moony, you enjoyed it,” Sirius said before turning back to Peter. “I mean, you could just cover your ears.” 

Remus leaned closer to you and whispered, “And he doesn’t even know how much.” You turned to him as you almost choked with your own spit. He just gave you a pleased smirk in retort.

“Or use a spell,” James suggested, oblivious to Remus’ teasing, thankfully.

“No. But you don’t get it–” Pete started, clearly exasperated. At this point, you weren’t sure if Sirius was actually in on his point, or he was just getting a kick from getting a rise out of Wormmy. 

By the time the dishes disappeared, Sirius and Peter had agreed to disagree. Sirius insisted that PDA shouldn’t be vetoed, while Peter claimed that it wasn’t about vetos, but rather about being empathic of other people. 

“They don’t want to see you snogging Vixen, it makes it awkward.” 

“Well I think they kind of enjoy it,” Sirius said with a shrug. “No one complains when people snog in movies.” 

“For Godric’s sake, this is never gonna end, is it?” Remus said. 

You grabbed a piece of chocolate and started munching on it casually as he joined the conversation. “We need to unpack, how about you continue your little snogging or not quarrel in our room.” 

“Moony that’s a terrible idea, we won’t sleep if they do,” James intervened. 

“The reason we’re not going to sleep, is actually quite different,” you added with a smile. 

“That’s what she said!” Sirius teased, you threw him a look and he returned it with a wink. 

“Perv,” you joked.

“But Vix is right, if we want our little stunt to be ready by tomorrow, we better get moving.” 

You sighed, letting your head lean on Remus’ shoulder. “I should probably unpack too.” 

“And see Lily, she was worried,” James intervened.

You picked some of the desserts that had not been squashed and placed them on a napkin so you could snack while preparing the prank (although Peter had also veered off from the rest when he claimed he’d get some more sugar from the elves). 

“See you in a bit,” you said as you stepped out of the great hall. 

James waited just until Pete was out of earshot before he spoke, “Will you tell him about your thing?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius said. 

“We’re not sure when, thought,” Remus chimed. 

“We’re still figuring our thing out,” you added.

“Yeah? And what is it?” 

“Ménage a trois,” you responded James question. “James, don’t you dare laugh!” 

“I’m sorry,” he retorted with a smirk, “It’s just, I mean, it works.” 

“Indeed,” Sirius said with a proud sort of expression. By then you had already reached the the end of the stairs. 

“Password,” the lady in the portrait sang.

“Doodledeefondling,” Remus said confidently and the lady smiled.

“Mr. Lupin. Always knowledgable.” She smiled and opened the door. “It’s nice to see the rest of you troublemakers.” 

“Troublemaker?” you said with a scoff as you turned to look at her and got softly pushed by Sirius to walk inside. “I’m not a troublemaker!” 

“You kind of are,” James said with a shrug. “You wouldn’t be a Marauder if you weren’t.” 

“But Remus gets to be–” you changed your pitch into a higher mocking one– “Always knowledgable”  –your tone went back to normal– “And I’m troublemaker?!?” 

“To me, you’re a doll,” Remus said with a shrug. You turned to him with shock for like the fifth time that night. You were not used to his flirting, even if you quite enjoyed the flips in your stomach it caused. 

James groaned. “Will I now have to deal with the three of you flirting with each other all the time?” 

“Suck it up Prongs, it’s better than when we were fighting,” you retorted. 

“Yeah, and nous sommes amoureux.” 

“That’s ‘we’re in love’,” you said as you leaned closer to Remus since you’d noticed he often felt left out when Sirius did the french thing. 

“Yeah, I got that one,” Remus said with a sneaky smile and passed his arm over your shoulder. “Seadh, tha sinn gu cinnteach ann an gaol.” 

“I’m going to convince Hope to get me a copy of that fancy dictionary of hers,” you said with a sigh. 

“Faodaidh tu feuchainn,” he retorted with a shrug.

You had promised to write Hope, and you had exchanged a few letters while you were at the Potters’, perhaps it wouldn’t be such a terrible idea to actually ask her for a copy of her dictionary –you were sure Lyall would be able to make a copy of it using a simple gemino, although books were a lot harder to duplicate than most things, sometimes the text got messed up and resulted in hilarious (mostly non-sensical) text. 

“We’re going to our room,” James said as you reached the stairs, “See you later?” 

You nodded. “Try and collect all the s-bombs in one place, I’ll bring the books we talked about,” you said as you looked at Rem. He nodded in return, he was biting his bottom lip as he tried to hold back a smile. 

“We really should have seen it earlier,” Sirius said as he looked at the two of you interact. 

James, who was looking at Sirius pretty much gawking at you both nodded, “And I’m the extra blind one… Hey Vix,” he called your way, as he pulled the invisibility cloak from his bag and threw it your way, “don’t get yourself in more trouble.” 

“Can’t help it,” you said with a smirk as you caught the cloak. “Didn’t you hear Lady MacDougal? She said I’m a troublemaker…” 

“Lady McDougal?” Sirius asked with a frown.

“The Fat Lady,” Remus said as he threw him a side glance.

“She has a name?” he asked shocked.

“You thought she was Fat Lady?” you asked with a frown. 

James gulped, “Where did you two even learn that? Is it on a book?” 

“It’s not on a book,” you said with a frown. Both boys looked pretty shocked still. “Are you telling me, you’ve been living here for almost seven years and you never once thought of asking her name?”

“You did?” Sirius asked.

“Of course I did! I was not going to say ‘Good evening Fat Lady, could you please let me in?’ She would have left me outside!” 

“I just say the password,” James said with a shrug. 

“And that’s why you’re troublemakers and I’m Always knowledgable,” Remus said with a smile.

You laughed and shook your head as you started to walk up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. Just before you lost sight of them, you turned around, “I’ll bring the Instant Darkness Powder.” 

Sirius gave you a suggestive wink and you were tempted to throw the cloak at his face, but Remus was quick to turn him around and pull him to walk the other way. At least one person has common sense in this relationship, you thought. Huh, turns out we really did need a third one in the end…

By the way, you reached your room, you hesitated at the door for a few seconds. Last time you’d seen –and talked– to any of the girls had been at the party. And while most of them believed you had been “sick” as Effie told everyone, Lily knew –thanks to James not keeping his mouth shut– that you had left his house.

 James had sent her a letter asking if you were staying with her or any of the girls (which would have been a way better idea than staying alone in Diagon, you should have thought of that before casting yourself out like you had been exiled from their lives all together). Again, James proved to have way more common sense than any of you did, surprisingly.

You took a deep breath and walked inside. “Hey, Luv!” Marlene said when she spotted you, “Was hoping to see you on the train, everything all right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, a little shocked by her casual tone, but at the same time immensely thankful. Mary came up to hug you after Marlene did. Lily was the last, a little hesitant as she looked at you and then pulled you into a very tight hug. 

“We need to talk,” she said sternly as she pulled you to her. You swallowed thickly at her words. There was a lot you had to tell her, and you were immensely glad that you still had friends who cared about you as much as James and Lily did, even if both wanted to murder you for being so stupid. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was scared.” 

“I went through a lot,” you whispered back. “But as many sad news I have to tell, there are good ones too.” 

Lily pulled back with an arched eyebrow and a hint of a smile. You nodded, and as you looked at your beautiful friend, you noticed that just behind her fiery hair there was something that you had not expected to ever see again. Sirius’ portrait of you.

Lily noticed your lost gaze and turned around, instantly seeing the picture, and then your gaze roaming all over your bed. Your things, everything you had left at your apartment (including the snake plushie from the Slytherins) were neatly placed on your bed, along with a currant-coloured envelope. 

“It was there when we got here,” Lily said. “When Marlene saw it was from Silas she was pissed, she almost burst it into flames.” 

“From Silas…” you repeated as you looked. Not quite daring to approach it just yet. “He sent my stuff back?” 

“And a gift too,” Marlene said with a rather angry tone. “If he really thinks a little something is going to atone for telling the press that you started the fire then he better–”

“Marlene–” Mary said a little sternly. “It’s not your fight.” 

“It is! It’s OUR fight, she’s our friend and if you won’t say anything against her piece of shit father then I will!” 

You smiled, you saw where both girls were coming from, their personalities shining through their thoughts almost perfectly, and you were glad to have them in your life, “It’s all right,” you said with a small smile. “I understand.” 

“Will you read it?” Mary asked as you approached the bed and took the envelope in your hands. 

Truthfully, your first thought upon seeing the envelope and the shiny red box behind it was to burn them as well –so much for not being deemed an arsonist– but you had done that to a letter before, and it had only brought you heartache. And while you didn’t expect whatever was in Silas’ letter to be nearly as revealing as Regulus’, something told you it wouldn’t be clever to get rid of it, at least not until you were ready to read it. 

“Not yet,” you said as you picked the envelope from the bed. It felt heavy in your hands, even if it wasn’t physically so, it was as if you were holding some type of weapon. You opened a drawer and shoved it to the end of it before closing it with colloportus. Not because you didn’t trust your friends, but rather because you didn’t want to accidentally open it yourself, see the letter and ruin your day. You then looked at the box, and pushed it under the bed before you allowed yourself to fall on the it with a small frown. 

“I’ll help you unpack,” Lily said as she opened your suitcase. 

“You don’t have to,” you said as you sat on the bed rather quickly. “I was just going to leave it there until I–” 

“I’m already done with my stuff, and I think the girls were going down for some refreshments.” 

“Tell me if you want it gone,” Marlene said nodding to the drawer you’d placed the letter in. “I won’t hesitate.” 

“I know,” you told her. You truly appreciated her support. 

“Good,” she said with a smile while Mary sighed. 

“Do you need anything?” she asked. “We’re going to see if Ackley has something good. I heard he brought muggle snacks.”

“Can you get us some Oreos?” Lily asked turning to Mary. “Have you tried them?” She added while turning to look at you and Marlene. Neither of you had. “Let’s hope he has some. And milk, we should get our hands on some milk.” 

“I think we can transfigure that one.” 

“We can?” Lily asked as if surprised by your suggestion. 

“I mean, I have the book, you have the expertise.” The three girls laughed after that, and Marlene and Mary left the room shortly after. 

Lily’s face quickly turned into one of concern. “What happened?” 

You took a deep breath. You weren’t sure you were ready to tell the story yet again, but you thought that perhaps skipping past the worst thing and focusing on the positive side would be a good idea, so you went with that. 

“...and now we’re all dating,” you said in the end. 

Lily was completely dumbfounded, you had sped through telling the story (especially the part in Gringotts) and she had listened to you quietly, not wanting to interrupt you at all since she was scared you’d just stop talking altogether. So she didn’t say a thing when you told her about running away from the Potters, or when you told her about the chair almost attacking you in the room. She was quiet as you mentioned Gringotts and the mirror, and she seemed truly happy when you told her you’d resolved things with the boys.

When she was sure you wouldn’t be speaking again, she pulled you into a tight hug, “My God, I’m glad you’re okay!” She said as she pulled you closer. “James said he was scared, I read about the party through your letters, and I’ve been keeping up with the newspaper, and I thought– well James was quick to reassure me, I was so happy you were staying with Remus, and then with the Potters but when you left his house, and there were news of other attacks on the Quibbler –that’s a new magazine they’re publishing, the creator graduated last year, and I knew him– I was even more scared for you! You should have sent me a letter or something you idiot!” 

“I didn’t want anybody to know where I was,” you said, “I thought I didn’t deserve it.” 

Lily sighed closing her eyes and biting her lip at your words, “Nina would have never wanted that.” 

Tears prickled your eyes after she said that. “I’m aware,” you said as you looked to the side and tried to blink them away. “She was always there, some part of her at least, and it was… protecting me, in the snow and in the mirror, she–” you bit your lip, and took in a ragged breath. 

Lily brought you back into the hug, “If I were her…” Lily started. And the worst part was, that she really could have been. She might have been older, but she was as much a muggle-born as Nina. “If I had been her, I wouldn’t blame you, I’d be protecting you too. And I think you should really continue using her wand.” 

You turned to look at it, now lying on the bed, long, thin, and certainly powerful. You would, the painful reminder of her every time you saw it would become the fuel to keep you going and to protect your friends above everything, just like she’d done.

“I know,” you said with a sigh. 

“Now, on the other subject…” she said as she pulled back while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. 

“Godcric heavens, please no,” you said as you hid your head between your hands. 

“Why not? I think it’s nice,” she said with a smile. “I mean as long as you’re actually happy with the result,” she added, looking at you attentively. 

You turned to look at her, you’d had plenty of friends before, but never someone as sweet and caring as Evans (unless you counted Remus, but he was your boyfriend now). “Trust me,” you said with as you took a deep breath. “I’m more than happy with the result.” 

“Oh, there’s a story behind that,” she said with a smile, shaking your shoulder for you to continue talking. 

“Well remember Marlene’s party? The dare?” 

Lily thought about it for a second and then straight up gasped. “Oh shut the fuck up, Sirius was into it, wasn’t he? How didn’t we figure this out sooner? We’re supposed to be the clever ones!” 

“Blinded by love,” you said with a shrug. “It’s the only way I can explain my stupidity.” 

She laughed at your words, mostly because she realised how true it was. The entire thing had started around the same time her relationship with James took off and she had been a little distracted by and with him. Not to mention he was almost always around the other marauders, which meant if everyone was interacting together, Lily wasn’t paying nearly as much attention to the rest of the boys as she would have. 

Lily helped you place some of the books from your bag in your desk (as neatly as she had accommodated hers) while you focused on putting all of your clothes back in your trunk and on some of the drawers in the wardrobe you shared with her. She was rather curious about your new relationship and she kept asking you questions about it, a few that you hadn’t even known how to respond, which had made both of you laugh merrily. 

Marlene and Mary came back while you were finishing up, their hands filled with all kinds of treats, both muggle and wizard by the looks of it. “They had Oreos!” Mary said excitedly.

“What’s that book you mentioned?” Lily asked while checking the shelf over your desk. “Is it The Transfiguration Tome: From Basics to Brilliance?” 

“No, I think it’s on Mastering... ugh…” 

“Mastering Metamorphosis: An Advanced Guide to Transfiguration?” 

“Yes! That one,” you said excitedly, and took the book when she passed it over, flipping through the pages until you found the right spell, “All we need is a jar of water…” 

On it, Marlene said as she brought it over from her bedside table. “Relashio scatere,” she whispered, and a stream of water left her wand, quickly filling the jar. She then turned to Lily with a smile, “Your turn.” 

She was reading through the spell with a small frown, “I wonder if an alteration to this one could give us something like chocolate or strawberry milk.” 

“I mean if not, we could probably figure out a spell that could.” 

Lily did the wand movements without casting the spells a couple of times before she approached the jar “Aqua vertere Lactos,” she said. The water quickly turned into white liquid. The four of you stared at it expectantly. 

“Think it worked?” Mary asked.

Lily frowned, “I’m not entirely sure, I fear I might have said something–” Marlene had already taken a gulp, and the expression she made was priceless.

“Sour milk,” she said with that same disgusted frown as she tried to shake away the taste from her tongue. “We made sour milk.” 

“Let me check,” Mary said as she pulled the book from Lily’s lap. “I think I known the problem, It’s lactis, not Lactos.” 

Marlene gave a look at the two girls, and stood up, taking the jar with sour milk and bringing it along to the bathroom. 

“It sounds the same, though,” Lily replied with a frown. 

“Is it an i or an e?” You asked.

“An I,” Mary retorted, showing you the page. 

“In Spanish, the I sounds like e, maybe it should sound like lact-es? Spanish and Latin are pretty much cousins, right?”

“Well, technically…” Lily started, Latin would be more like the mother of Spanish, but the information felt almost irrelevant at that point. “Actually, never mind, let’s try it that way,” she said in the end. 

Marlene had already returned from the bathroom, jar freshly filled and mouth still tasting slightly of that sour flavour that she found particularly distasteful. “Quick, I want to get this flavour off my mouth.” 

“Don’t pressure genius,”  Mary said as she lightly hit Marlene on the arm.

Marlene was about to retort, when Lily did the spell again “Aqua vertere Lactes.” 

The liquid, once again, turned white. Marlene looked at it, but this time she did not go straight to drink it. “Well then, try it,” Mary said as she motioned towards the jar with her head. 

“I tried it last time, it’s your turn.” 

“But I’m showing you the Oreos, it can’t be my turn!” Mary reasoned. The two girls turned to look at Lily, who seemed mortified at the idea of trying the milk. 

“I’ll do it,” you said as you took a small teacup and served yourself some of it. 

“So brave,” Marlene said dramatically as you brought the tea to your lips. 

“And?” Mary asked as you took the first gulp. 

You kept a serious face for a second, and then smiled, “Milk!” 

“Yeah?” Lily asked with a satisfied smile.

“I mean, it might be a little watered down, like Low Fat Milk, I think.” 

“Wait, really?” Marlene asked and served some herself. “Also a little like Mooncalf milk,” she added.

“Shit, that’s right!” you retorted after taking another sip. “It’s pretty much like Mooncalf milk.” 

“Mooncalf milk?” Mary asked with a small frown, “Those things have milk?” 

“Yeah,” you responded. “Pretty delicious, it’s good on potions too, though a little expensive since they aren’t all that easy to milk.”

“I’ve heard they use it on sleeping draughts and a Valerian Spring tea with some of that will for sure knock you out. My nan used to make it for me and Margo when we had nightmares.” 

“Right, mine did that too, although she never used Valerian Spring, she used Lavender,” you retorted. 

“Weirdos,” Mary said as she looked at Lily, they had both also served themselves a cup and were hesitant to taste it. Lily was the first one, and nodded, it did taste like low-fat milk, and she assumed the “mooncalf” taste that you and Marlene found had to do with the tinge of sweetness near the end.

“It’s good, try it,” Lily said as she nodded towards Marlene who was still looking at the milk like it had come from outer space. She eventually did take a sip and seemed pretty satisfied with the taste as well. 

“It’s like the milk left after you’ve eaten all the Frosties,” she said towards Lily who nodded.

“What’s that?” Marlene asked.

“Muggle cereal,” you retorted. You had tried it on a muggle hotel once. Silas had encouraged you to try all the interesting muggle food in the buffet. He’d mentioned something about broadening your horizons outside of the Wizarding World. You wondered how someone like him could be both open to the world and a complete bastard at the same time. “So what’s with the Oris?” 

“Oreos,” Mary corrected and pulled out a white and blue box with a little yellow “One Pound Size” label at the top, and the name OREO in capital letters with a small dot at the end. 

“Oh, they look like Bourbon Biscuits.” 

“They don’t have bourbon,” Mary said as she opened the box and laid them out in front of you. 

“Well that makes them less cool than Bourbon biscuits,” Marlene said with a pout. 

“Shut it,” Mary said and handed over a small plastic bag with round sandwich cookies on the inside, “Only they could compare Oreos to Burbon Biscuits,” Mary said almost exasperated. 

Marlene pouted playfully and opened the bag. Lily took a cookie and held it in her hands. “Okay, hear me out, this is how you eat them,” she said before splitting the cookie, licking the inside, putting it back together and dipping it in the milk. 

“Why?” asked Marlene with a frown. 

“Why?” asked Mary, almost scandalised. “Have I ever asked you why you always put on your left sock before the right one? It’s just because!” 

“But is it a rule? Like on the package or something?” You asked next. 

“It’s in the commercials!” Lily said, taking the cookie out of her milk, shaking it a little and bringing it to her mouth. Once she swallowed her first bite she seemed genuinely satisfied. “You gotta savour it.” 

You shrugged, and muttered a small “well then,” before you took a cookie from the bag and followed Lily’s instructions. The filling didn’t taste like much, but the cookie did become pretty soft once you dipped it in the milk, which you thought was nice. Even after you accidentally left it on the milk for too long and it got so soft that it broke inside your cup. 

“What the–” you said. Marlene seemed just as puzzled when hers did the same.

“What?” Asked Mary.

“It broke,” Marlene retorted, trying to fish hers out with her wand.

“Ah, right,” Lily said right after swallowing her cookie. “They are not charmed against getting soggy like wizard biscuits.” 

“That’s so weird,” Marlene said as she managed to levitate the soggy cookie and brought it to her mouth, “and mushy,” she added with her mouth full.

Both Lily and Mary laughed, while you attempted to fish the cookie with a small teaspoon. 

Mary had also brought some other snacks and you all enjoyed a pretty delicious and fun “Welcome Back” feast of sweets. They had brought other muggle stuff like Walkers Crisps, Flying Saucers, Nice Biscuits and Jammie Doggers. The latter of  whichLily seemed to like a lot and neither of you skipped the chance to tease her about. See, Jammie, was just a letter away from Jamie, and when Marlene said: “Don’t eat James yet!” you all bursted out into a laugh.

Lily froze as you said that, completely confused by her words when Marlene pointed at the packaging of the cookies. She did say it was Jammie as in Jam, not as in Jamie, but not even Mary cared about the technicalities and continued teasing her about it.

 They had also gotten a few Aero bars, and you asked to keep one after tasting them. You weren’t sure if Remus had tired them but you thought they were pretty interesting with their bubbly texture and whatnot, and since Rem had always been a fan of chocolate –or chocolate connoisseur, as Sirius called him–  you thought it would be nice to take some for him. 

“I’m so full,” Marlene said as she allowed herself to fall back on the floor. “I might not sleep today.” 

“As if,” Mary laughed. “You sleep like a log!” Marlene just answered with a disgruntled groan. 

“Shall we fix this up?” Lily asked as she waved her wand over it. The wrappers went straight to the trash while the leftover treats neatly accommodated themselves in a box that Marlene kept under her bed.

“So talented,” you said with a yawn as you looked at her dreamily, she pushed you by the shoulder playfully after that. 

“I swear, you two would make a fantastic couple,” Mary said. “If only you weren’t dating two idiots.” 

You were about to defend both of your boys when Lily answered for you, “But they’re lovely!” You ended up laughing after that. Not because you didn’t think they were, but because she didn’t even bother to correct her. “Besides, like Holden is any better!” Marlene gasped at that and threw a small cushion on Lily’s face. “Oi,” the latter complained.

Mary yawned after that, “Let’s just sleep!” She said, almost a little petulantly, her yawn had been so contagious you followed right up –not that you could actually sleep.

Marlene pulled the box from the floor as she stood up and left it under her bed before walking to the bathroom, washing her teeth and dropping on the bed. “Are you sleeping here?” Lily asked, almost in a whisper.

“I don’t think I’ll be sleeping much tonight,” you replied honestly. She gasped, eyes wide at the implication that. “It’s not like that!” you rushed out. “We’re planning something.” 

“Is it like… Marauders' business?” 

“I’ll absolve you of blame by keeping you in the dark,” you retorted. Mary was still in the bathroom, wrapping her hair carefully like she did all the time before bed. It was the only way in which her curls would look as wonderful as always in the morning. Not to mention the potion she had already become a master at brewing. 

Lily sighed, “I think Severus is on perfect duty tonight, you should be careful.”  

You smiled, “Thank you,” you said. “Not just for this. For everything.” 

“It’s what friends are for,” she replied with a smile and a small shrug. “Anything I should know? Things like bringing an umbrella, making sure my clock is set at the right time, staying away from a certain classroom–” 

“You like toads?” you asked.

“Only the chocolate ones,” she replied. 

You nodded, “Then maybe… don’t leave the room at all,” you responded with a mischievous air and she gasped. 

Your full name was uttered in the most cheerful tone you had ever heard, followed by a simple “...what the hell are you planning?” 

“Shhhh!” you retorted. “Marlene is asleep.” 

“Marlene’s asleep my ass,” she retorted in a hushed tone. “How could you even consider–” 

“Evans, stay out of it or I’ll tell James about your dream with him,” you said while raising an eyebrow. 

She gasped, “You wouldn’t dare.” 

You really wouldn’t dare. But instead, you leaned your head down and narrowed your eyes, “Wouldn’t I?” 

She huffed in return, and stood up, walking towards her bed. “Hope you get caught.” 

“You don’t, not really,” you retorted with a teasing smile when you noticed the little shake of her shoulders, she was laughing. 

“You better keep them away from me,” she retorted. 

“I’ll try,” you said after she walked into the bathroom. 

“Keep what away from her?” Mary asked as she stepped out and walked inside the room.

“You’ll see tomorrow,” you retorted with a mischief-filled smile.

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May I request "I only accept payment in cuddles" and "I didn't know you were the type to play footsie" with Lucifer, please? Thank you

thank you :) of course i can

cute prompt combo!! it made for a very fluffy piece. great choice!

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prompt 14 and 30 w/ Lucifer

Dinner with the brothers could never be just dinner. There's always some kind of shenanigan at that table, which is something you grew to expect. Thankfully, it wasn't your turn to cook, but that meant it was your turn to collect Lucifer from his room for dinner.

"Luci, almost dinner time." You knocked on the door to his room, ensure he knew it was you at the door. When you didn't hear a responses, you spoke up. "Are you in there? Dinner soon." You waited to hear his voice again.

"Come in." You faintly heard him. You opened the door to find him doing paperwork as usual. A small smile crossed his tired features.

"Hey there. How's everything going?" You shut the door behind you and took a seat on the arm rest of his chair.

"I could be better. Lord Diavolo had an emergency meeting earlier this evening, so I offered to pick up some of his student council paperwork. As you can see, I haven't even started that pile yet." He gestured to the pile sitting on a sofa in his room, likely untouched.

"Is there anything you won't do for that man?" You playfully rolled your eyes and rested your arm on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at you, and made no move to shove you off. In your book, this was a win because if Mammon had done this, he would've been pushed away. You knew this because you'd witnessed it happen before. "Y'know, I think I might be able to help you out with that paperwork, under one condition, of course." You suddenly got an almost devious idea.

"And what is that? You've got this look on your face. I can tell you're thinking quite hard right now." Lucifer chuckled, turned back to his paperwork while he waited for you for your proposal.

"I'll help you if you pay me in cuddles. I'll only accept payment in cuddles, so I hope that works for you." You got up to sit next to the stack of papers for size comparison, which was nearly taller than you. "I'm sure you know how tall this stack is. Taller than an average sized human. It's daunting, but with me by your side, you can work twice as fast, and you get to cuddle with me afterwards. How does that sound?" You grabbed the first paper off the stack, scanning over it.

"You drive a hard bargain, but I can't say no." You stood up to cheer.

"Yes!" You were quick to make your way back over to him, leaving the paper behind.

"You sound excited for someone who just signed up for student council work," he said amused.

"Well, it's with you. Now, it's time for dinner. Asmo cooked tonight, so it'll be good." You used that excuse to grab his hand, to drag him out of the room.

"Alright." He didn't move to remove his hand from yours. The walk to the dining room was filled with your animated recount of your day. It'd hadn't been that interesting of a day, but Lucifer hung onto every word. Once you were at the table, you took your respective seats. He always sat at the head of the table, with Mammon on his right and you on his left. The left used to be Levi's spot, but Lucifer usually had you sit there since your arrival to help curb their arguing.

Dinner was already served when you arrived. For once, you were late. Beel was already scarfing down his food. You began to converse with everyone else, but at some point during the conversation, you felt something brush against your foot. You didn't dare to look down, but you scanned the faces of the people around you to see if anybody was clearly responsible. The shit eating grin on Lucifer's face told you everything you needed to know.

In response, you began to mess with him back, leading to a mini war that ended in a truce with your ankles crossed over his. As soon as you'd cleared up after yourself and were back in the safety of his office, you were quick to confront him.

"Lucifer Morningstar. I never took you for someone who liked to play footsies," you remarked. He gave you a rather mischievous look, pulling up a chair for you beside him to start working. That look alone told you he was ready to play footsies with you again.

"The paperwork won't do itself, now will it?"

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Heyy, how are you doing, dear? I just stumbled across your prompt list soooo can I request number 11, 13 and 18 for Jongho? I'm not sure if you are willing to do the same prompt for OT8, but I just thought about them having their first serious relationship and I couldn't miss the opportunity. Thank you!

Hey! I'm doing pretty well, I hope you are too!^^ I'm sorry it took me so much time, but thank you for the request. I love the idea, so it's my pleasure to interpret it in my own way. I hope it turned out to your liking!

PS.: I love your writing!!

If you'd still like one for just Jongho let me know^^

There Is No Guidebook To Life

Summary: This is your first relationship, and you need reassurance. 

Pairing: poly!ot8 x fem!reader

Prompts:

"I've never been in a realationship before, so I don't know how this really works…" "Wait! Don't pull away… Not yet." "Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that."

Genre: Fluff, (maybe, but not really angst)

Warnings: Insecurity

It is the first time that you'll be sleeping over at the guys' apartment. You have been together for two months now, but it still feels weird to be in a relationship. You weren't sure how to behave or what to say in some situations.

The guys have known each other for years now, but the relationship formed only recently. Some of them needed more time than others to realize their true feelings.

It was Wooyoung who had brought up a poly relationship when we finally all sat down and talked about the things that were bothering us. I was happy with the idea of sharing my love for them and being able to see the others with each other too.

But the guys had no experience with these kinds of things, which made them a bit unsure. I was glad that they were open to it, and I tried my best to reassure them.

Wooyoung and Mingi are very flirty, so they had no trouble telling you how they feel and showing their affection. Yunho is a bit more shy and needs some encouragement to be able to do those things.

San and Hongjoong were the two who needed more time to realize their feelings for the others. The group didn't talk much about those kinds of things before you came along. But they were open to it.

Yeosang was the one who didn't need a lot of time, but he still wasn't sure what to do, and he was afraid of making a mistake.

"What would you guys like to do?" San asked the group when you were all in the living room.

"I want to cuddle" Wooyoung answered, and the others nodded.

"We could do a cuddle pile?" Mingi added.

"Let's watch a movie together" Yunho said, and he sat down on the couch.

"That sounds nice" I said, and walked towards the couch to sit next to him.

Mingi took place on my other side. Wooyoung quickly walked towards the TV and searched through Netflix to find a good movie.

"What kind of movie would you like to watch, baby?" Yunho asked me while putting an arm around my shoulder.

I smiled and put my head on his shoulder.

"I would like a romantic one."

He looked at the TV screen and nodded.

"There is this one; it looks nice."

"Good, let's watch that" Wooyoung said and pressed play.

When he was done, he went back to the couch. I moved closer to Yunho and made space for him on my other side. He sat down and wrapped an arm around my waist.

The rest of the group sat down as well. Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat next to Mingi. Jongho sat next to Yeosang, who sat next to Yunho. San had moved closer and was now sitting on your lap. His head rested on your shoulder.

You looked around the room; everyone seemed happy and calm. It was a great feeling.

When the movie started, we were all silent. Everyone focused on the movie.

I loved being surrounded by my boyfriends. It was the best thing ever.

During the movie, San started to play with my hair. He ran his fingers through it and occasionally stroked my cheek.

I looked at him and saw a faint smile on his lips. His eyes were filled with adoration.

I felt Yunho's hand slowly moving up and down my thigh. It was a slow motion. He was barely touching my leg.

I could hear Wooyoung's soft giggles every now and then. When I turned my head a little, I saw that Seonghwa had his hand on Wooyoung's knee.

Hongjoong was resting his head on Seonghwa's shoulder. He looked like he was half asleep.

Yeosang had his eyes closed.

Jongho's attention was completely on the TV.

You looked back at the movie.

Time passed, and it was getting late. The movie was almost over.

Wooyoung's hands were holding your arm, and his head was placed on your other shoulder. He had fallen asleep a while ago.

San's fingers were still tangled in my hair. I enjoyed the feeling of him playing with my hair.

Yunho was still stroking my thigh. His touch was a lot lighter now.

"What should we do now?" Mingi asked.

"The movie is almost over. It would be a shame to wake up, Woo. He is sleeping so soundly" Jongho replied.

"I'll carry him to bed" Yunho said, standing up.

Yunho carefully lifted Wooyoung from the couch. Wooyoung opened his eyes for a moment and wrapped his arms around Yunho's neck.

"Go to sleep, Youngie. We'll join you soon" Yunho whispered.

"Okay" Wooyoung said softly. He closed his eyes again and let himself fall asleep in Yunho's arms.

Yunho carried him to their bedroom.

When he came back, he sat down next to me.

"How are you feeling, Y/n?" San asked.

"I'm fine; why are you asking?"

"Because you look a bit sleepy" Mingi replied.

"Well, it's late; we should all go to bed soon."

"I agree, let's go" Mingi said, and he stood up.

"Let's make a deal: we will not leave each other's side during the night" San said.

"Why not?" Hongjoong asked.

"Because it is a great opportunity to have Y/n close and be able to cuddle with her."

"That sounds like a good plan" Yeosang said.

"Yeah, I agree. Let's do that" Jongho added.

"So, are we all going to the same bed, or..." Hongjoong asked.

"We should probably make some kind of plan, don't you think? We can't all just walk into a bedroom and share a bed without a plan."

While the others were trying to decide how it would be best to sleep, Seonghwa came up next to you and wrapped you up in a warm hug. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, while his other hand gently held the back of your head against the crook of his neck. Instinctively, you slung your arms around his waist and held him close.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, quite flustered by his sudden action. He just hummed and continued holding you close.

His warmth started to make you sleepy, and his hold was just so comfortable. But you didn't want to fall asleep yet, so you gently gave him a squeeze and started to pull back.

"Wait! Don't pull away... Not yet." His tone was quite urgent, and it startled you, so you quickly held him tight.

“We can hug a li--aghh.” You whined; his gaze was so soft and his smile so big, his perfect teeth peeked through his lips.

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that."

"Like what? How do I look at you?" His question surprised you.

"Like, I don’t know, like I'm the only thing you see.”

"You are."

"And that's why I can't let you pull away." He continued. 

"Seonghwa, I'm not pulling away."

"Not physically, but mentally. I know that this is all new to you, to all of us, but don't pull away, please. Talk to us. I want you to talk to me."

"I'll try, but I'm not very good with words."

"Just tell me how you feel."

"I'm not sure; it's all a bit overwhelming."

"That's normal, just take your time. But I really need you to understand that I love you. All of us do."

"I've just never been in a relationship before, so I don't know how this really works... I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, not because I'm scared of your reaction but more because I'm not sure what to do."

"There is no guidebook to life. We can only learn and grow by making mistakes. We'll all make mistakes, and I can't promise that we'll never get upset or frustrated, but please don't give up on us, not before we've really started."

"I won't give up, I promise."

"That's all I need. And if there is something that you are not comfortable with, just tell us, okay? No matter what it is, we'll listen and discuss it." You notice him looking behind you, and not long after, you feel another pair of arms wrap around you. One is holding you, and the other is rubbing Seonghwa's back.

"Did someone say discussing?" Mingi asked with a big grin on his face.

"Oh, so you were eavesdropping again" Seonghwa said.

"Only a little, but the subject is quite interesting."

"What's there to discuss?" San asked, suddenly standing right behind Mingi.

"Nothing" Seonghwa sighed.

"Oh, I have a suggestion!" Mingi yelled.

"No need to shout" Yunho said and sat down on the couch, followed by Hongjoong and Yeosang.

"Okay, here it goes" Mingi began. "Let's sleep in the same bed."

"We already discussed that, but we haven't decided where we will sleep" Hongjoong said.

"And why not?"

"Well, you can't expect us to walk into the bedroom and share the same bed without talking about it."

"Why not?"

"Because..."

"Because" Mingi interrupted.

"Stop saying that."

"Why not?"

"Will you stop it?!"

"Why not?"

"Mingi!"

"You can't stop me, I will continue this for eternity."

"Mingi, don't test my patience, or do you want to come to my room later?"

"I'll stop when you answer my question."

"Fine, I will answer your question."

"Yes?"

"Because..."

"Mingi! You're being a brat."

"Why not?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"Ok, enough of that. Wooyoung is already sleeping, we should be quiet." Yeosang interrupted the never-ending banter. You couldn't help but laugh at them, some things would never change.

And you wished for them to never change.

San suddenly sprung up from the couch and dashed to the bedroom. "Everyone sleeps where they want, I want cuddles.".

With wide eyes, Mingi spared one last glance at Hongjoong and went after San.

Jonho came, took your hand, and walked over to the bedroom, only to find the three already cozy and warm under the blankets. Behind you, the rest followed, and Hongjoong was quick to throw himself onto Mingi and bite him in the shoulder.

"That's what you get for being a brat" Hongjoong laughed and settled in next to the younger.

"That hurt" Mingi pouted.

"Then next time, be a good boy" the leader chuckled and pulled him closer, pecking his lips.

"What the hell?" You muttered out loud.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you that Joongie is a bit into biting and being mean? Oops." San teased.

"Oh, shut up, Sannie." Hongjoong huffed, a blush forming on his cheeks.

"Aww, you're blushing." Wooyoung chuckled and pinched the older's cheeks.

"Since when is he up again?" You leaned toward Jongho, covering the side of your mouth as if to hide it. He just shrugged and shook his head.

"I will bite you too" Hongjoong said, but the threat wasn't very convincing due to the red color still lingering on his face.

"Do it" the black-haired man challenged.

"Okay, enough of that. We'll wake up San." Jongho said, pointing to the boy, who was fast asleep with his mouth open.

"Can't we all just go to sleep?" Seonghwa asked with a slight groan.

"Yeah, it's way too late" Yeosang said while lying down, pulling the blanket over his body.

"Finally!" Mingi sighed and did the same, the two of them cuddling closer.

"Well, let's get comfy," Yunho said, and he laid down, patting the space next to him. You didn't hesitate to lay down beside him, snuggling closer to him. He placed his arm under your head, his hand finding its way into your hair, while his other hand was wrapped around your waist. You put one of your legs over his and one of your arms around his torso.

It was really comfortable.

The others were slowly falling asleep. You could hear their breathing. It was nice and calming.

You felt Yunho's body relaxing. He was almost asleep.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear his throat.

"Y/n?" Jongho whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I'm cold; can you move closer?"

"You're even under the blanket, how are you cold?"

"I'm a cold-blooded monster. I need cuddles and body heat."

"Fine, come here."

You could hear him shuffle around, and eventually you could feel him lying down behind you. His chest pressed against your back. His legs intertwined with yours. His arm was draped over your waist.

His forehead rested against the back of your neck.

"You are so warm" he whispered.

"You are so annoying" Yunho mumbled.

"Shh, I'm not, now go to sleep" Jongho shushed him.

"Whatever, goodnight." Yunho sighed and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, Sannie."

"Goodnight, Yunho."

"Goodnight, everyone" Wooyoung said quietly.

"Goodnight, Woo!" Mingi and Jongho said it at the same time.

"Goodnight, Y/n" Seonghwa said.

"Goodnight, everyone" Yeosang said.

You felt yourself drift off to sleep.

[triforce-of-mischief]

[@taddy-cat requested a sleepy prompt: wind and four having sleepy blanket cuddles]

please reblog to show your support! likes do nothing.

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Four was walking around camp, negotiating for everyone's blankets, and Wind tried not to assume anything as he stared. There were so many people in their group, they had enough bedding to make an awesome blanket fort- but Wind had never guessed that Four would be the one to make it.

Wind knew that Four was a lot older than he looked. It was hard to pretend that they were they same age, with Four usually wanting to sit and read a book instead of doing something fun with Wind. They were friends, in the weird way that Wind was friends with Legend- not enough for Wind to feel like a little brother, but it wasn't the same as Tetra or Komali.

Sure enough, Four came to him last, a few corners trailing on the dirt as he hauled the pile of blankets over.

"Do you want mine too?" Wind asked, digging in his bag for it.

"Mm, yeah. Actually, can you help me?" Four said, almost sounding a little shy.

"Yeah! Are we making a blanket fort?" Wind jumped to his feet, holding his single blanket.

Four nodded and led him to a rock with a low overhang, and they draped a couple blankets over it as curtains before bringing the rest inside.

"This is a great idea, Four," Wind said happily as they flopped onto their blanket nest.

Four hummed, one hand sneaking up to his mouth without him noticing. He nibbled on his finger for a moment before snatching it away, going to fidget with his earring instead. His eyes faded from purple to red, matching the blush on his ears.

Wind pretended not to notice and burrowed under the blankets. He held out a hand and pulled Four down to join him. He expected Four to sprawl out like when they shared a bed, both of them fighting for as much space as possible, but the smaller teen curled up against him instead. Four felt even tinier than normal- he felt younger, even more than Aryll, and Wind let himself go back to his old habits.

Four had forgotten to take his headband off, so Wind gently did it for him. He ran his fingers through Four's hair, repeating it when he heard quiet, happy coos. Wind hugged Four tight as their breathing slowed, both of them falling asleep in their blanket fort.

[forgeofthenine]

Sorry for adding to your pile of requests 😭 quick question: so like how many requests can one person give before it gets annoying 🙈🙈

What do you think of post-game Tav hyping up Dammon’s forge saying it’s the reason they could beat the absolute. OR OR some jealousy HCs but specifically for late Act 2 when Tav sees Dammon lowkey flirt with Karlach/mutual pining shit.

One or the other! IDK I can’t get this man out of my head.

When my requests are open? Absolutely fair game, especially for great requests like this. While I like the idea of the first one, the second prompt gave me more to work with and is similar to an idea I've had in mind since I first made this blog. I hope you enjoy and send in more requests when they open back up :)

When you get jealous of Dammon 'flirting' with Karlach

You'd been travelling with your group for a few months now, all of you growing closer and forming bonds in your own way with each other and the others you've run into

One person you feel you've had quite the connection with is the handsome tiefling blacksmith Dammon

Now you're all here in the shadow cursed lands it's the perfect time to reconnect with the charming man, particularly as you take Karlach and some infernal metal to him

He'd always been friendly with you, smiling and offering discounts on his wares, his calm and confident demeanor drawing you in

Soon you found yourself spending more time with Dammon, joining him for a drink once his work was done for the day or bringing him new materials you found while traversing the wilderness

It didn't take long for you to fall for the tiefling

What you didn't expect was the way he'd look at Karlach, the subtle flirting as he worked on fixing her infernal engine

You could feel your own heart break as the visit went on, even Karlachs endless excitement at being able to touch others didn't cheer you up after she held Dammons hand

However, Karlach was oblivious to the way you excused yourself as soon as you could, ducking out of the forge and leaving to go have space

And you were oblivious to the way Dammon asked Karlach if she knows how he might win you over

What you'd misconstrued as flirting was just a genuine sense of excitement on Dammons part to work with the rare substance again, and his stumbling over words was his failed attempt of trying to avoid flirting

There's no way for you to know that though, as you look out over the water and cuddle with Scratch

Things carry on much like normal from then, other than you avoiding Dammon and Karlachs endless excitement over being able to touch others

It only took a few days for the blacksmith to wonder what's keeping you, though initially he tried to brush it off as you being busy keeping everyone alive, and he must admit he misses you

After a week he left his forge to try and find you, however he found Karlach first and surely she'll know where you are

You come back to your campsite only to see the two speaking, stopping right in your tracks until Karlach waves to you, and you turn heel and leave

Dammon doesn't know what's going on in your mind, but he seems to realise part of what's happening by now, quickly taking chase and calling your name

You eventually find yourself stuck in a dead end, only you and Dammon around as he catches up and tries to catch his breath

It's a hard conversation for him to start, asking why you're avoiding him with the cutest frown on his face

His frown only deepens at any comments you might make about him preferring Karlach

It takes the both of you a short while to work through the miscommunication, neither of you realising the others feelings at first

Once Dammon does reveal his feelings to you, trying to assure you he doesn't want Karlach, it's easier to reveal your own in turn

Once you two resolve things though, it's easy to fall back into your old routine

Except this time it includes you and Dammon sneaking many more kisses when the others aren't looking

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 9+10 - Warming Them Up + Quiet Nights (Aether/Dew)

Combining days 9+10 for a super short little drabble. Skipping day 11 because I'm out of town, but hopefully back Monday with another prompt combo! Thanks again @forlorn-crows for giving us Mushy May this year and @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!

Days 9 + 10: Warming Them Up + Quiet Nights, Aether/Dew, rated M, 374 words

It’s the dead of winter and the entire abbey grounds are deathly silent and blanketed in layers of heavy snow. Inside too, the sprawling ministry halls are dark and quiet with a deep cold that seeps into the stone walls and marble flooring. All of the ghouls lie hidden away, seeking refuge from the chill, chasing what warmth they can find in their nests. Or in each other.

Deep in the ghoul wing, Aether and Dew lie wrapped up in their massive nest of soft fabrics, fluffy pillows, and warm furs. They’d retreated just as the cold, dreary daylight began to fade, content in spending the rest of the night quietly pressed together behind closed doors.

Aether wraps his arms around Dew, burrowing under the blankets and absorbing the steady warmth emanating from the body of the little ghoul curled up beside him. A nest full of blankets and furs on a cold winter night was great, but a nest with a purring fire ghoul, heating up the space far better than any heater or fireplace was divine. There was a reason Aether considered winter to be his favorite season.

He presses a sleepy kiss to Dew’s temple, who answers by letting out a contented little chirp and snuggling his face into Aether’s chest. He feels selfish on nights like these, happy to have Dew all to himself, not only for his steady warmth, but because he loves getting to see this side of the normally fiery little ghoul. Like this, he’s sweet and pliant, happy to indulge Aether in soft kisses and aimless caresses. Content to cuddle the night away, just the two of them.

Eventually their soft touches and chaste kisses become more insistent. 

On cold winter nights like these, they make love under the blankets. Soft and slow, quiet except for the sound of their breath mingling. Hushed little pants and the quiet noise of the blankets rustling around them as they indulge unhurried in each other’s bodies.  

They don’t bother coming out for dinner, happy to stay hidden away together quietly. Instead they doze, waking throughout the night for more sleepy kisses and soft sex, clinging naked and warm under the covers while the snow piles up outside their window.

[aw-shizz-here-we-go-again]

•|| Cuddle Pile ||• (Mermay 2024)

Prompt 1: Cuddle Pile

Featuring: Nightmare, Dream, Killer, Dust, Horror, and Cross!

Ships: Subjective. (Can be seen as either Nightmare X Killer X Dust X Horror and Dream X Cross, or it can be seen as platonic cuddles.)

Summary: Nightmare and Dream had a fight, so the Murder Time Trio convince Nightmare to cuddle with them to help him calm down. Dream also gets comforted by Cross.

Warnings: Angy octopus, sadge goldfish.

Credits: Leviathantale and the Mermay Bingo I'm using are both by @skumhuu!

Read tags for notes.

A low rumbling growl echoed throughout the deep trench caverns as the great kraken residing inside grumbled curses under his breath. His tentacles curled around the stone pillars all around him, cracking them under the pressure as he tightened his hold on them in anger.

As much as he loved his brother, Dream of course, he hated how annoying the other leviathan could be. They had recently had a 'conversation' that hadn't gone so well, and that was to blame for his wrath.

...He also had a massive headache, which wasn't helping in the slightest.

He flinched slightly as he heard the sounds of tails swishing through the water, and he opened his eyesocket to see that he was suddenly surrounded by three certain circling sharks. "...What do you want?"

"Awh c'mon, who managed to piss in your clamshells already?" Killer asked with a playful tone, swimming up closer to Nightmare's much larger face. He squeaked and tucked into a roll and Nightmare blew him away with bubbles, but he wasn't that upset.

"Yeah... what happened?" Horror asked next, tilting his head as he gazed up at the giant leviathan. Dust didn't say anything, but instead nuzzled one of Nightmare's many giant tentacles.

"None of your concern." Nightmare snarled, but his angry facade was quickly cracking open like an oyster, showing a softer side. He struggled not to smile at Dust's insistent nuzzles, Killer's smile, and Horror's worrying. Damnit, why couldn't he just be emo and brooding in peace?!

"Nighty! Nighty! Nighty, can you change into your smaller form, pleaaase???" Killer was abruptly right back up in Nightmare's face, swishing his tail excitedly as he begged.

"And why in the seven seas would I do that?" Nightmare cocked a bonebrow up as he questioned Killer, squinting his eyesocket in suspicion.

"Pleaaase? Just for us~?" Killer whined, nuzzling and rubbing himself against Nightmare's cheek.

Nightmare made the grave mistake of looking down at the other two sharks, seeing that Horror was giving him puppy eyes while Dust hugged one of his tentacles.

By the True Leviathans, he was getting far too soft.

Nightmare sighed, choosing to relent as he shrunk down. His bones turned snowy white once more, and his eyelights turned purple. All three shark boys cheered as they saw the little octopus, and they swarmed around him once more.

Then Horror suddenly dived down as Killer wrapped his arms around Nightmare, the small current made from Horror's movement catching them both and dragging them down too. Dust trailed behind, as if making sure Nightmare couldn't escape.

Nightmare already knew it; his fate was sealed now, and he didn't even try fighting back.

As soon as they reached a large flat ledge in the trench, the sharks 'released' Nightmare, only to immediately press as close to him as possible. They all sort of swam around in a tight ball for a second to find their places and get comfortable, then they all settled down as successfully caught the leviathan in the center of their cuddle pile.

Nightmare huffed, but he couldn't stop a small smile that grew on his face. His now much smaller tentacles gently wrapped around each of his shark boys, further entwining him into the cuddles.

As he fell asleep to Killer, Horror, and Dust's soft purrs, he thought that maybe cuddles weren't so bad after all.

. . .

In a different section of the trench, Dream was sitting alone while trying not to cry. He hadn't meant to apparently provoke another argument with his brother, but he somehow managed to anyways.

His fins gently swayed in the slight currant as he curled up in a ball, feeling utterly miserable. Maybe he was the problem. Maybe he shouldn't keep bothering Nightmare. Maybe he should just leave...

Dream flinched as someone brushed up against his back, and their arms wrapped around him. Someone else's tail curled up against his, and the other mer purred quietly as they carefully groomed his frills. "What happened, angelfish?"

Dream relaxed as he heard Cross's voice, but he didn't respond. Instead, he wiggled around to hug Cross as he let out a small whimper, tears pricking his eyesockets.

Cross understood immediately, and he pulled Dream closer to him as they both snuggled up together. The water turned serene and quiet as they laid there, their souls mending a little more as they relaxed in peace.

It was okay if Dream didn't want to talk about it, words were overrated anyways. Besides, cuddles were just better.

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[missterious-figure]

Imma throw a Wine and feathers situation at you-

The triplets are loopy from residual tranquilizers and numbing agent. They had just returned from a check up from the doctor.

In their loopy state they all start to cling onto yn. By clinging, they are pressing their entire bodies against you. Their arms snaking through and around each others to get to you smaller form the most. You’re burning with embarrassment in your attempts to remain professional.

A coworkers arrives to check on you. Due to your desire to avoid implications and workplace rumors you pull your arms out and away from the cuddle pile and raise them as high over your head as you possibly can. You’re hoping that she sees this like those situations where divers are legally not allowed to touch a manatee but is currently getting cuddled by one nonetheless.

As your arms are raised you feel as Sun very clumsily “climbs” up your arm, one hand after the other, (in more of a dramatic, purposeful sense because he’s larger than you) and firmly presses his face into your open palm. His voice low and begging, but his words jumbled and lacking sense.

You shiver as lips are pressed behind your ear clumsily. Moon joins the babbling with strangely sweet whispers, but just like Sun, his words lack direction.

Then something throws your entire group off balance and you all crumble to the floor. As you lay on top of Eclipse with Sun and Moon clinging to your sides, you guess that Eclipse might have been helping you hold the weight of his brothers. But as his long legs wrap around your own legs, you realize Eclipse had other plans.

You feel their respective grips tighten around you. Any place you attempt to love your hands, Sun is not far away. Moons hand seems to be fiddling with your broach as he continues to ramble quietly into your ear. And not only has Eclipse limbs pull you into himself like your his personal teddy, you feel that he starts to preen your hairline.

With your new position on the ground you can no longer see your coworker, but you suspect that she is watching this all unfold.

Trying to steel your nerves you manage to squeak out a request to her. “Hey, if you’re still watching, could you ask the doctor how long it takes for the laughing gas to flush from a harpies system… for me?” (Gas was not used, you know that)

You would like to say all you heard was silence, but the whispers and the purr like rumbling close to you prevent silence from persisting.

Then a chuckle, a chuckle that prompted the loopy birds to also giggle amidst themselves.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You heard the voice distance itself. The tone your coworker used worried you. As you heard the door shut behind them you fear you may be pinned between three Handsom Harpies for far longer than your schedule recommends.

Prompted from the ‘air jail’ question and me wanting to imagine the bois being clllooossser

*DIES*

HUH?! WHAT!? THIS IS SO GOOD!? YOU KEEP KILLING ME WITH YOUR AWESOME WRITING! Please, it's great!! Thank you!! Can't wait for more if you have any!! I love how they are so loopy and are just absolutely smothering y/n with affection. Rip y/n.

[wrylu]

IHIHEHEHEHEHE DOODLES ?????!!????? WEEE !!!!!!!!!! if it’s ok w u what ab great shark price nd tiger shark nikolai jus chilling … eating shrimp … doing the shark cuddle pile thing … catching prey together … cod sharks ………………..

i love fat stubby sharks but you know what else i love, nikprice

i wanted to do all of the prompts but school is killing me </3 so here 👐 hands them gently to you

[ideas-4-stories]

Cross Guild Romance Wolf Shift AU flipside Prompt: Instead of Omega Buggy being the one yearning for Mihawk and Crocodle, it's Mihawk and Crocodile who are faced with their new omega mate being cold and distant with them. Buggy is still hung up on Shanks who broke his heart by not being ready or wanting to commit to bonding with him. Buggy's father who loves him, (Maybe Gol D. Roger) meets Mihawk and Crocodile and sees that these two strong and powerful alphas could be the ones to mend his poor son's broken heart. It's love at first sight for Mihawk and Crocodile when they lay eyes on Buggy. Buggy himself is intrigued by Mihawk and Crocodile but he's guarding his broken heart hard. The bonding happens and instead of insisting on consummating the marriage, Mihawk and Crocodile are perfectly sweet to Buggy and understanding. They want to cuddle Buggy instead and he allows them to basically make him the middle of their giant wolfy cinnamon roll cuddle pile. As time passes, Buggy starts to view his husband as friends at least and starts to settle in to his new life as a co-ruler of the Cross Guild pack. Mihawk and Crocodile slowly and patiently chip away at Buggy's walls. A wrench is thrown into things when Shanks returns and causes all kinds of chaos. It's Shanks who challenges Mihawk and Crocodile to the ancient custom of going up the mountain to fight some horrible beast. Whoever brings back the beast's claw or tooth gets to have Buggy. Buggy is torn between his first love, and the two faithful husbands who he's already fallen for. It's Buggy who intervenes when these three are about to face the mythical beast and makes his choice. He also still makes friends with the beast itself because he's just that charismatic.

I don't really like Shanks because I see them more like siblings, so I'll just think of the rival as a blank slate. But if you want to, it can still be Shanks. Anyway, glad in this story the father is a good one. Urging Buggy to move on from the no doubly messy break-up, though arrange marriage in the sense is a little bit much. At least it was for good intentions…

Crocodile and Mihawk giving him the space he needs to heal is great. Buggy opens up to them day by day, (love the giant wolfy cinnamon roll cuddle pile!) until he's all smiles and feels comfortable with his two husbands. But of course, something has to go.

That person showing up and declaring that all three of them needs to do this ancient tradition to see who actually gets Buggy's hand in marriage is wild. ALL of the Cross Guild pack is watching or wanting to watch this go down, like there's no way they aren't. They all are cheering for their leaders and booing the person trying to take Buggy away.

Poor Buggy, he is having mixed feelings about this. Glad he finally made up his mind on how to pick. Stopping them from hurting an innocent dangerous creature. Buggy's totally annoyed with all of them because it's not up to them, it's up to him on who he picks to love.

Love Buggy being so charismatic with the creature, totally see the beast being so grateful that Buggy saved it from the likes of Crocodile, Mihawk, and the other guy.

[fyeahghosttrick]

GHOST SWAP - closing ceremonies! 1/2

I'll admit, I was a little worried about the format change. Maybe people wouldn't like it. Maybe it'd fizzle out. Maybe, maybe, maybe... ...but no! Would you look at THAT! With 98 (?!???) participations, this edition blew away the previous biggest ever, last year's, which capped at 67. We even have to split this post in two because there were just too many links for a tumblr post to handle. What can I even say. Thank you, thank you all, I hope you had a great time and that we'll still be around next year for another round. Nothing like it, baby!

ETA 101??? Not even 98. 101. we broke 100. Imagine. Red roses for everyone!

Masterlist thanks to @siverwrites, look at all these wonders:

@akairokara for @laughingmango: Memry as Cabanela’s pupil in the way Lynne is Jowd’s (art, Cabanela, Memry, Lynne, Jowd)

@azurefishnets for anon prompt: On a version of events where Sissel isn’t there, Emma learns of the justice minister’s fate. (fic, Emma, Amelie)

@azurefishnets for @ricketricket: Is he still a ghost? Still a cat? Or has he changed into something else? (fic, Sissel)

@azurefishnets for @laughingmango: Memry as Cabanela’s pupil in the way Lynne is Jowd’s. (fic, Memry, Lynne, Cabanela, Jowd)

@azurefishnets for @ihavenohotcocoa and anon prompt: Alma, Jowd, and Kamila going to an amusement park / Jowd family day out, just pure fluff (fic, Alma, Jowd, Kamila)

@azurefishnets for @siverwrites: Cabanela and Pigeon Man getting to know each other in the early days (fic, Cabanela, Pigeon Man)

@azurefishnets for anon prompt and @caravanlurker: self-indulgent crossover and Kamila’s taste in music (Final Fantasy VI) (fic, Kamila, Memry)

@caravanlurker for anon prompt: Yomiel wearing Pearl’s Side Order outfit (art, Yomiel)

@caravanlurker for @fexiled: the pets’ fateful battle against a Bissel vaccum cleaner. (art, Sissel, Missile)

@catamaris for @astrofiish: Sissel/Lynne/Missile/Cabs/Jowd/Yomiel crossover with whatever fandom you want! (art, Cabanela, Sissel, Yomiel)

@catamaris for @t052ther0b0t: Yomiel and Yomiel’s wife (art, Yomiel, fianSissel)

@catamaris for @ihavenohotcocoa : Tiny Lynne chilling in the police department with Cabanela (art, Cabanela, Lynne)

@catamaris for anon prompt: Rindge and Memry’s dynamic as agents! (art, Memry, Rindge)

@catamaris for @ocekhaz: Post-Canon yomiel interacting with the cast during his recovery in the hospital with the focus being Cabanela and Yomiel (art, Cabanela, Yomiel)

@catamaris for @okiroash: (AU) no betrayal and yomiel gains a robot body.. (art, Yomiel)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for @alto-tenure: Lynne and Memry swap with Jowd and Cabanela AU (art, Lynne, Memry)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for anon prompt: cat Sissel seen up-close through a fisheye lens (art, Sissel)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for anon and @laughingmango prompts: Jowd needs alone time but has people who worry about him when he just disappears and Jowd and Cabanela hurt/comfort (fic, Jowd, Cabanela, Alma)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for @ricketricket: Sissel bonding with his namesake after hearing so much about her from Yomiel (art, Sissel, fianSissel)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for anon prompt and @astrofiish: Sissle and Missile reunite & Missile and Sissel being the best of friends (art, Sissel, Missile)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for @sunnyaliceart: Yomiel watching Sissel go nuts for a catnip toy he got him and smiling (art, Yomiel, Sissel)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for @ocekhaz: the Ghost Trick cast but they’re turned into cats (art, Jowd, Cabanela, Alma, Kamila, Lynne, fianSissel, Yomiel

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for @siverwrites and anon prompt: Cuddle pile for Alma/Jowd/Cabanela & bit of genre swap (art, Jowd, Alma, Cabanela)

@critter-ghosting-some-tricks for anon prompt: Blood sprinkled grass and a fragment of a meteor (fic, Jowd&Sissel, Jowd/Alma/Cabanela)

@daily-dose-of-dopamine for anon prompt: Yomiel in the Onceler’s clothes (art, Yomiel)

@daily-dose-of-dopamine for @meowdyjac: Sissel hiding in Lynne’s bag (art, Lynne, Sissel)

@dinner-rol for @laughingmango: Disco Elysium crossover (art, Cabanela)

@dinner-rol for anon prompt: carnival activities (art, Sissel, Amelie, Kamila)

@doctor-yoshi-soul for @okiroash: Unknown specimen (fic, Yomiel)

@fish-with-more-eyes for anon prompt: cat sissel seen up-close through a fisheye lens (art, Sissel)

@fish-with-more-eyes for anon prompt: any number of characters in a trench coat :> (art, Kamila, Sissel, Missile)

@fish-with-more-eyes for anon prompt: carnival activities with characters of your choice (art, Yomiel, Sissel, Kamila, Lynne, Cabanela, Jowd, Alma, Amelie, Missile)

@frosteaart for @ricketricket: Sissel in the far, far future. Still a cat or something else? (art, Sissel)

@frosteaart for @scarlette-foxx: ghost trick/danny phantom crossover (art, Sissle, Danny Phantom)

@jorb-ponderer for @levitanias: a family portrait consisting of jowd, alma, and kamila (art, Jowd, Alma, Kamila)

@jorb-ponderer for anon prompt: Jowd/Alma/Kamila, can be just one or two, even, I just want to see more Jowd family art! (art, Alma, Kamila)

@jorb-ponderer for anon prompt: Pre-game Jowd introducing baby Kamila to Cabanela. (art, Jowd, Cabanela, Kamila)

@jorb-ponderer for @okiroash: anything with trashmiel (art, Yomiel, Lynne, Kamila)

@jorb-ponderer for anon prompt: In the New Timeline, Sissel and Missile reunite (art, Sissel, Missile)

@jorb-ponderer for @laughingmango: Anything Emma (art, Emma, Alma)

@jorb-ponderer for anon prompt: Pigeon Man and his collection of newspaper clippings about the meteor and related events (art, Pigeon Man, Lovey-Dove)

@kiaroou for @sunnyaliceart: Old timeline Yomiel watching Sissel go nuts over a catnip toy he got him and smiling (art, Yomiel, Sissel)

@kiaroou for @ocekhaz: The Ghost Trick cast but they all turned into cats (art, Yomiel, Lynne, Cabanela, Jowd, Kamila, Missile, Sissel)

@kiaroou for @meowdyjac: Sissel hiding in Lynne’s bag (art, Lynne, Sissel)

@kurosakismixedbag for anon prompt: In the New Timeline, Sissel and Missile reunite. (art, Sissel, Missile)

@kurosakismixedbag for anon prompt: Post-canon Yomiel and Lynne friendship (art, Lynne, Yomiel)

@kurosakismixedbag for @sunnyaliceart: Old timeline Yomiel watching Sissel go nuts over a catnip toy he got him and smiling (art, Yomiel, Sissel)

@kurosakismixedbag for anon prompt: post-canon Yomiel and Kamila friendship (art, Yomiel, Kamila)

@kurosakismixedbag for @fexiled: Kamila and Yomiel building a contraption together (art, Yomiel, Kamila)

@kurosakismixedbag for @ocekhaz: Yomiel teaching Kamila about coding (art, Yomiel, Kamila)

@laughingmango for @alto-tenure: Lynne and Memry swap with Jowd and Cabanela AU (art, Lynne, Memry, Jowd, Cabanela)

@laughingmango for anon prompt: Somehow post game cabanela and jowd get themselves killed and in saving them Sissel clues cabanela into the fact that jowd has died and possibly even teaches him about the og timeline (fic, Cabanela, Jowd, Sissel)

@laughingmango for @siverwrites: Jowd/Alma having a date night that’s normal by their standards but weird to others (art, Jowd, Alma)

@laughingmango for @sunnyaliceart: Cabanela helping Jowd walk as he adjusts to using a cane in the new timeline (fluff shipping) (art, Cabanela, Jowd)

@laughingpinecone for anon prompt: Your most self-indulgent crossover (Disco Elysium crossover) (fic, Jowd, Ignus Nilsen)

@loboazul16 for @okiroash: Anything with trashmiel (art, Yomiel)

@loboazul16 for @meowdyjac: Yomiel doing his taxes + Sissel hiding in Lynne’s bag. (Yomiel, Sissel, Lynne)

@loboazul16 for @caravanlurker: Lynne finishes the last game you played and is so normal about it. (art, Lynne)

@meowdyjac for anon prompt: The man in red dressed like Pearl from Side Order (art, Yomiel)

@meowdyjac for anon and @katecattus: post canon friendship & Kamila playing Minecraft (art, Kamila, Yomiel)

@miss-needlemouse for anon prompt: Your most self-indulgent crossover (art, Yomiel, Lynne)

@nebulacloudz for @levitanias: Cabanela and Yomiel parallels (art, Cabanela, Yomiel)

CONTINUES IN PART TWO!

[nimbusghoul]

"Long Distance Phone Sex" with Copia? eheheh

This was gonna be a really fast write but then i decided to take my time with it!! it genuinely turned out a lot better than i expected…

Prompt - Copia Emeritus

FANDOM : THE BAND GHOST/GHOST BC

PAIRING : COPIA/PAPA EMERITUS IV x GN!AFAB!READER

TYPE: SMUT

WC:

STORY BELOW THE CUT

Copia was always very easy to tease, especially in public settings. So when it came to being away from him during tours, It was so easy to have him all flustered and needy because he couldn’t get to you when he needed you.

Sending him nudes and sexts, and when he had free time to look he would leave you on read for a couple minutes, most likely trying to calm down his pathetic needy brain, being away from you for so long was hard, especially for him

‘Why must you do this to me when I cannot reach you?’

‘lol’

‘May I call you, Dolcezza?’

‘Ofc, Papa<3’

In the blink of an eye, his name popped at the top of your screen with an incoming call, you picked up, laying on your back under the covers as you put the phone up to your ear

“Amore, you know what happens now that you’ve got me all hot and bothered, no?”

“Of course, it’s my favorite part. It’s why I do it in the first place.”

You heard a sigh from the other end the closing and locking of a door “I presume you are alone? I do not think you would do this to me with others around, but maybe that’s just hopeful thinking.” He said, laying down on the bed in the hotel room he had for himself, as the ghouls enjoyed cuddle piling alone.

“Of course i’m alone, you think i would put you in a situation where you’d have to handle this yourself? I’m not that cruel.” You said, rolling over on the bed just a bit “So how you wanna go about your issue, Papa?”

“Well, I-I don’t believe we’ve ever had…Phone Sex? I believe that’s what it’s called..” He said, stuttering a bit. His pathetic awkwardness was always the best part about teasing him, he was so damn easy to fluster.

“Well, you’re right, but is that what you wanna do?” You asked, trying to be sure that he was actually willing to do something so erotic with the thin walls surrounding him.

He was quiet, but only for a bit “Sí, Amore. I want to hear you touch yourself.” He said huskily, the small rasp in his voice sending a shiver down your spine

You felt your heart jump when he let out a small weak laugh “I wish I could be with you, Amore. I would want nothing more than to kiss you all over until my lips are sore, I hate to say I am glad we will be home in a couple days. You are my great temptation, any longer without you and I would lose my head. When I get home, I promise I will make up for all of the lost time, and perhaps if you push me in the right direction, lost touch as well.” He said, his small smile clear in his voice.

“Even when you’re rock hard you��re romantic, huh? You’re so cute.” You said, gently opening your bedside drawer and pulling out your wireless bullet vibe

“Ah- mmm…Dolcezza…” You heard his breath hitch a bit, a small chuckle coming from him “Is it alright if I wish to be a bit impatient?”

“Of course, Copia. I’ve been teasing you slowly for a while now. Do you still have your pants on?”

“To my dismay, yes.”

“Aww, you poor baby. If you need it that bad, you know you can always start whenever you’d like”

“I wanted to wait for you, Amore.”

“mmm that’s sweet, always so thoughtful, even when i’m teasing you to death.”

“Mmm, only for you. But I have to get these off, I do not think I can wait, scusi.(sorry)” You heard the unzipping and then a large sigh come from the other end.

“I assume you’re already leaking for me, honey?”

“Hah, very much so, I will have to make sure i put some soap on the stain to get it out when I do laundry.” He chuckled lightly, you then heard the small sigh he made as he gently slipped his pants off

“Copia~, Don’t worry about things like that right now, I wanna make this fun, tell me what to do.” You said, giggling slightly as you heard him stammer a bit

“Hmm…Well, I don’t want to punish you too much, but I do want to tease you fairly.”

“Fair enough, start with one slow finger?”

“You know me too well, it’s like you read my mind”

His statement made you giggle, you slowly inserted a finger inside, your folds overflowing with your arousal already, you let out a gentle moan, not realizing how sensitive you were already, the teasing must’ve excited you more than you thought

“You sound beautiful, Dolcezza”

“Don’t flatter me yet, we haven’t even gotten started.” You said, smiling gently, letting out hot breaths as you gently dragged the tip of your finger up and down your folds, you heard a slight groan of satisfaction, his gentle panting carrying through the phone

“Go on and add another finger, I want you to make more of those beautiful noises, I cannot get enough of the sounds you make, Dolcezza.”

“Yes, Papa.” you said, your voice shaking lightly as you put another finger in, you felt yourself tighten every time he made a noise, as if begging to squeeze around his cock.

“Give your clit some attention, Amore.” He said, panting lightly through the phone accompanied by groans and hisses of pleasure “you have no clue how hard that text got me, you are lucky that we were sitting down or i would’ve been humiliated.”

you moaned gently, fingering yourself to the sound of his voice and the images conjuring in your mind “isn’t that the fun part of it? The thrill? it’s like less taboo exhibitionism.”

“I cannot wait to get home and get to feel your beautiful body up and down, and make sure you haven’t forgotten how much you mean to me, and how much you belong to me. I am aching to finger you roughly until you orgasm over and over, mi amore. To fuck you raw until you can’t make out words. I think next time you should come with me, so i don’t have to ache for you like this. So i can punish you in ways you deserve for teasing me so much. I long to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me, and soon I shall get those. Just a couple more days and i will be with you. But for now, I want you to rub your clit while you finger your cunt recklessly, push yourself to the edge for me.”

You did as he told, setting the phone down on the pillow next to your ear to use both hands, moans and whimpers leaving you as you imagined your own digits were his, his pale, boney knuckles hitting just right.

You curled your fingers inside, hitting that special spot that he would tease when he got the chance. He wasn’t about speed, how fast you can reach your release, he was about making it feel as good as possible, he was a very passionate person, even now, so far away.

Hearing him stroking his cock because of something you sent him, the things you said and the memories & thoughts of you, it only made you more excited, rubbing circles around your clit while you fingered yourself to the sound of his voice

You felt yourself tighten, making you feel needy, you sped up slightly, chasing that release you’ve just barely caught a glimpse of.

“Papa…i’m getting really close, is it okay if I cum?”

“Of course, i am close as well, we shall do it together, mi amore.”

Your legs shook as you drew closer and closer to the edge, letting out a whine-like moan that was a tad louder than you had expected as you finger fucked yourself through you orgasm, listening to his slightly choked moan as his release followed quickly after yours,slowly coming down from your high, feeling a big giddy, you gently removed your fingers, going to wipe them off when you heard him speak again

“Dolcezza, Taste yourself for me.”

The request was a little sudden but you obliged

“yes, papa.”

you said as you gently slipped your digits into your mouth, doing simply as he asked, then once your fingers were licked clean you gently wiped them off on a towel, clearing the saliva to pick up your phone

“Well, did i finish what i started?”

you said, with a small giggle as the post-orgasm giddiness bubbled up inside, causing a small chuckle from your other half on the other side of the phone

“Yes, amore, you definitely satiated the hunger that you caused, but i do still miss you. I cannot wait to be home, even just to cuddle. I hope you expect me to be a bit ah…clingy.. when i return to you.”

“Maybe it’s what i’m hoping for?”

you said with another small giggle, causing another chuckle from him on the other end

“I love you so much, Tesoro.”

“I love you too. I can’t wait to see you. Get some good rest after that, okay?”

“Of course. I will call you when I find the time in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Night Night.”

The call ended and you gently put your phone on charge and slipped on some clean clothes, jumping back into bed and curling up in the covers, and gently drifted off to sleep, excited for the day in which Copia would return to the ministry.

Another one done!💚💚

so happy with this one actually

but i will get a word count on both fics!!

i’m also working on my master list rn like i’m working on SO much rn

pls send me some more asks so i can stay occupied during vacation 💚

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[katfiers]

Do to the resent savemyboycole homophobic shit on Twitter

Here are some moltenshipping prompts I got from multiple ship prompt generators

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Kai realizing they have feelings for both Geo and Cole and being like "no, fuck, no no no. This can't be happening."

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Cole : Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Geo?

Geo: … No.

Kai : I do!

Cole : I know, Kai.

Kai : I’m sad!

Cole : I know, Kai.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Cole : Why are you on the floor?

Geo: I'm depressed.

Geo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Kai, please.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Kai wearing Cole’s shirt, curled up in Geo's lap, their face in the crook of Geo’s neck, while Geo absentmindedly plays with Kai’s hair while reading something/scrolling on their phone.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Kai realizing they have feelings for both Cole and Geo and not being able to function properly around them anymore

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Cole: So how’s the food Kai made?

Geo: It's great! Compliments to them.

Cole: *goes to the kitchen*

Cole: You're adorable.

Kai: *blushes*

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Kai is a major clothing thief. neither of the others realize until they watch Kai walk around all day in Cole's hoodie and one of Geo's bandanas/scarves

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Kai having a really bad day with anxiety and Cole and Geo doing everything in their power to make Kai feel better

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

imagine your polyship needing to stay warm as the weather gets colder, and they decide the best way to do that is to form a cuddle pile, moving things around so they have the space to lay down on top of each other. [Moltenshipping cuddle pile ^⁠_⁠^]

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

everyones crammed into a photo booth. on the final photo Geo and Cole both decide to kiss Kai on the cheek to get a photo of them blushing

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Kai sings to themself while doing chores not thinking anybody's home. Geo is working in the other room and hears Kai and decides to call up Cole so they can here too. Geo and Cole start to sneak around quietly during the day so they get to hear Kai's singing. eventually Kai catches on.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Cole is very strong and manages to pick up both of the others at once.

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[vera-deville]

Just Like the Moon and the Tide

09/05/2023 - 10/02/2023

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 535

Warnings: Nothing here!

Gender: AFAB

Tags: @rose-the-witch1

"When I asked you to tell me about the moon and the tide, I didn't mean give me a full detailed scientific explanation," Y/N stated, heaving a sigh.

Lying next to her, a man of light-grey colored hair frowned at her words. "Perhaps you should have specified what sort of explanation you wished for." Feeling the sand in the part of his hand that didn't lay on the beach towel, he continued, "Besides, what other kind of explanation did you want? A fairy tail?"

"Actually, yes. I wanted to know if this world had some sort of fantastical tale about the moon and the tide. Something romantic and magical. Not scientific." Y/N replied. Turning her head towards Azul, she cuddled closer to him. The night wind at the beach was cold, but not enough to warrant a pile of blankets (unlike other places they'd been to).

Azul moved slightly, making sure that Y/N was comfortable, and even lifted her head to rest on top of his arm. "Why don't you tell me a tale of your world then?"

"Gladly."

And so Y/N began her tale. A tale of other-wordly beings. One with skin as pale and grey as the moon and the other with skin of seaweed green. The two were not as different as night and day. No, that was a different story for a different time. But the two were in sync with one another. The cold grey one would push and pull with all his might while the warm green one would simply succumb to his will.

There was no remarkable tragedy. No travesty. Just love.

And it was from this love that life thrived. Without the tides of their devotion, no living thing would have sustained on the planet they called home. Life would not be able to go on. And that was why the passion of the Moon and the Tide was worshipped by many.

The only sad thing was, they grew further and further apart with each coming year. It was said from the ancient days that there would come a time where the two lovers would no longer be caught in each other's embrace. And that day would be what finally extinguished life in the otherwise lively planet. There would be no great monsoon to vanquish life. No tremendous fire. No perilous evil.

Simply two lovers growing apart until one day they are lovers no more.

"That's it?" Azul asked.

"Uhhh, yeah? Why, was it bad?" Y/N asked.

"There's no lesson to be learnt, no tragedy that forcefully pulls away the two so-called lovers, no nothing!" lamented Azul. "Tales like that are supposed to have some sort of meaning to them! Not whatever this is supposed to be."

"Firstly, you're the one who asked a story from my world." Azul pouted a bit at that. "Secondly, I made up that entire story." Azul's face contorted to that of a flabbergasted one. "And thirdly," Y/N gently held Azul's face in her hands, "the moral of the story is that we'll never let us grow apart like the Moon and the Tide."

Azul's breath hitched.

"You and I? We're meant to be together forever."

Author's Note: This was VERY rushed, and admittedly not one of my best works. I've been super busy trying to get all my fics for my event for October ready (yes I started writing the October fics starting the previous month), as well as a bunch of other stuff that I unfortunately didn't put enough time for my @briarvalleyarchives fic. Hopefully it still gets added into the fic list for this month's prompt!

Thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next fic!

Masterlist

[daflangstlairde-art]

Gladiator (What if I Can't Let Go?) — Part 4 of I Still Feel Alive

Summary: On pawns and queens, rabbits and wolves, and becoming the monsters that haunt us. Or, Leo has developed plenty of pretty good coping mechanisms, he needs to fulfill his quota on the bad ones. Anything to fill the absence that awaits him. Or, “Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it.” —David Foster Wallace

—

Chapter 1/17 — Need

Notes: Plot picks up immediately after the ending of Heart to Heart

Chapter Warnings -Codependancy, abandonment issues -Panic attack -Minor canon-typical past/future death -Adrenaline seeking

“Ssssoooo. That all... just happened,” Leo tapped his fingers together, still coming down from... that... whole thing. 

You know, the Thing. 

The ghost had dematerialized. Great for conversations. Leo wasn't even sure if... he was still around–?

Was... wait, was he still around? 

After the whole emotional reflection stuff, the ethereal meet-n-greet with Karai, the flashbang of emotions as... as That happened, the room was quiet. 

Leo had felt his family’s Ninpō, and (somehow) he had known what was happening. And in the same-how, he knew that his family knew that had happened. Considering nobody was sprinting into the room yelling about it (the reasonable response), he assumed they were just as stupefied. 

They probably... also felt all those feelings. The absolute barrage of feelings. Like a cartoon bulldozer of feelings which left the character flattened, and now Leo had returned back to his wonderful fullness. Ahhh, it's good to be 3D again!

But, the point he was trying to make: with all that having just happened, with how barely describable it was given how purely sense-based it was, everything felt... like, a little too real now?

Leo felt pretty dang grounded. He was here. In his body. In his room. He could feel his own heartbeat, could hear his own breathing. Could smell the general scent of home. He felt like he’d had some wonderful catharsis, and now anything felt like... peace. Contentment. Quiet. Like waking up super duper early in the morning after a cuddle pile sleepover with his bros. 

So, of course, Leo’s brain had to ruin it for him. 

“Hello?” he questioned, mentally trying to feel around for the presence he’d gotten so used to it was like breathing. Like he was Velma looking for her glasses, and like he'd gotten so used to seeing with those glasses that now that they were gone–

Leo wasn't panicking. He totally wasn't panicking. He was very calm, he swore! He's the coolest guy around! 

...

That's your cue to say “The SECOND coolest guy”, he tried to prompt, but still. Nada. Quiet.

Too quiet. 

...

“Peepaw?” what other nickname irritated him? What else could Leo say to summon him? 

Look at how calm he was!

“Hey, dude, you're being unfunny,” Leo laughed nervously. He hadn't even moved from the meditation pose yet.

Did he have to meditate? Reconnect? What is going on?

...Did Sensei Leonardo just move on? Is that what happened? Finally accepted death, found his family, found peace, gone, sayonara? 

Is this it?

Is he gone?!

No, no, he can't be gone! He, he can't be, right?!

“No, no, please, I need you,” Leo got up to pace, back, forth, he needed to move. He needed to move because he was shaking and his heartbeat was erratic and he couldn't breathe. “Leo? Sensei? Hey, dude, come on, stop being lame!” Leo demanded, except his voice sounded pathetic–

(“Pathetic,” Krang Prime spat–)

What is wrong with him? Was Leo dying? Was his Ninpō gone with the ghost? Why was he freaking out?! It usually took him, like, a couple minutes to build up to this! Or, or a nightmare, or something! Leo didn't just... snap into a freak-out like this, it wasn't him! 

“Please, please you can't leave, you can't,” and Leo wanted to be firm, he did. He wanted to be a leader and he wanted to be confident, but truth is, he just– he just sounded desperate.

What is wrong with him?

“Please, please, you can't do this,” Leo was– he was crying, he was on the floor and curling into himself, his hands were shaking. The worms were never supposed to be in a can in the first place, who put those worms there?

Why was he begging?

(“You are weak–!”)

“I swear, I, I, you can eat all the noodles you want, you can– we can watch all the dad TV you want, whatever, I– I need you, I can't do this by myself–!” Leo’s voice broke and he gasped for air. He was dying. He felt like he was dying. Everything was ringing.

...And then.

“Shhhh, shh, it's okay bub, it's okay,” ghostly arms wrapping around him, a soft voice, blue, “I’m sorry I scared you, I’m here, I’m here–”

Leo felt like the tension physically bled out of him, as he exhaled in relief, immediately clutching Sensei’s presence like he'd disappear. Because he had disappeared.

“You suck,” Leo sobbed, “Why would you do that? Hm? Hm? Going for the Least Funny reward or something?” he joked, like he wasn't still in the midst of a breakdown that made him feel like he was dying.

The ghost chuckled sadly and rocked back and forth a little, holding Leo tight. There was no heartbeat, no breath, but there was the pressure of a presence. The familiarity of the sensation of his Ninpō, because it was, he was Leo’s Ninpō, Leo didn't know how he knew that but he knew it.

“I’m here, I’m here, it's okay, you can breathe, I’m not leaving you,” the ghost chanted softly. It was so rhythmic, so consistent that Leo could sync his breathing to it. It was familiar. 

Leo clutched onto him like a lifeline, coming down from the second emotional bulldozer of tonight in the shape of this panic attack.

...

...

...

And eventually, when Leo stopped feeling like he was dying, because, still, his lifeline was here...

...They talked.

It was... hard. Like a turtle shell.

Like the rocky ground of the Prison Dimension. Like the Krang’s metal exo-suit.

It was so hard, in fact, that just like those two, Leo did not want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about it. Not... not now. Not yet. 

He wasn't ready yet. 

He just needed some more time.

—

Leo breathed. 

Wow, is this prosthetic made from lead? ‘Cause he sure felt heavy, and he hasn't even put it on yet! 

...

It... Raph’s arm...

...Ugh. Leo dragged a hand down his face. Two seconds awake, and he’s already– okay. Okay, just, one thing at a time. 

He... really didn't feel like getting up. But if you always wait until you feel like it to do something, you won't accomplish anything. 

Even if his shell seemed twice as heavy, today. Even if the To Do list was twice as long. 

...

Well, maybe Leo didn't feel like getting up, today. Just one of those days, you know? What can he say, he's his father’s son. 

But he can already hear voices outside the door. It's so dang early, did a Starbucks open? Damn millenials. 

He huffed a quiet laugh to himself. 

Yeah, maybe he didn't feel like getting up, but he also didn't feel like damming everyone to their death, and he kiiiinda had to get up for that one. 

Donnie may be recently deceased, but there's so many who aren't. Mikey and April will throttle his Hamato spirit if he went and died now, hah. 

...

“...Sensei?” a groggy voice called, and Leo glanced to the side after yawning to see a sleepy Casey having just awakened. The rest of the folk in the room would be soon to follow, no doubt.

“Hey Case,” Leo smiled at him. Hah, look at his hair. It was getting longer! Good for him. 

...Although, ooh, eugho, maybe that was because they kept... having to move bases. Probably didn't have time for hair care. They were constantly moving, these days. Things... really started getting dire.

Donnie’s security systems were a huge safety net for them. And for quite a while, emergency protocol after emergency protocol, they held even after... mm. 

But there's only so much you can prep for. And now, maybe the Krang were getting the hang of things. Maybe it was just their piss-poor luck. It didn't really matter.

Anytime one of the Resistance leaders was taken down, it was a big blow. But they would live past this, too. There was no other option.

At the end (or, well, start) of the day, Leo was still pushing himself up, bracing against the wince that almost popped up, thanks to yesterday’s battle. 

At the end of the day, they still had to get up and get moving. Many may be dead, but many are still alive. 

Casey’s birthday (the one earlier in the year) was coming up. Leo would be a pretty crappy sensei if he gifted him just more grief—he’s gotten enough of that from others. 

“We’re moving again?” the kid rubbed his face, already getting up, ready for action. Leo didn't feel like getting up, but he sure did feel proud of him, boy. It was painful. Casey was such a good kid, so adaptable and determined, and for what?

...Teenager, he was a teenager. When did he become a teenager??? Oh gross Leo was old, way too many years in the Apocalypse– 

“Ye-p,” Leo replied, and up he went, on his feet, adjusting the ill-fitted prosthetic over his shoulder. At least he got some relief tonight, to be able to sleep without it and not fear it will be the death of them all. Probably won't happen again soon, and Mikey said to pay attention to the positives. 

Casey was immediately grabbing his gear, putting it on, moving to wake the others. 

Leo sighed, and joined him. 

There was more to do. There was always more to do.

—

There was an itch under his skin.

There was an animal inside of Leo that had awakened and was now clawing with hunger. Dad’s ramen were good at uuuhhh placating it (REALLY good, wow), but they weren't it. They weren't what he needed.

Weren't what he craved. 

Leo had tried meditating and showering and having a snack. Leo had tried reading comics and watching movies and playing video games. He’d tried talking to his family and stretching and training and playing chess and–

You got the picture, right? He had tried a large variety of things. 

Still, there was something. 

It settled, when he moved and trained and felt the burn in his muscles. It settled, when his heart would pick up and he'd clench his teeth during a particularly tense round of kicking Raph’s butt in combat games. It settled, when those moments from horror movies popped up on screen, the ones that made Mikey scream so hard April fell over laughing at him. It settled, when they went out for patrol, to face a mighty foe (...or just the day’s B-lister). 

So.

Ssssoooo. 

There is a perfectly reasonable and healthy–

Ugh, whatever! Leo didn't care if this was a bad idea. There, he said it. 

He could hear the crowd cheering from here! Yōkai lining the doors of the Battle Nexus. The establishment was practically humming with an energy that made that animal’s mouth water. 

The applause, the thrilled screams, the knowledge of blood and sweat and a rush. 

Leo was barely on the outskirts, ninja-ing in and sneaking around, and still. He could feel the distant edges of that rush, and he knew, yep. 

Yeah, that's where he needed to be.

He couldn't wait. As he approached her office, footsteps silent against the (conveniently, huh, thanks for that) carpeted floor, he felt like Raph after a day of intense working out, waiting for Mikey’s careful ravioli prep. He felt like when he has to drag Donnie off to bed—him, the resident insomniac—because the nerd has found a new super fascinating topic that just can't be put off until tomorrow. A certain fixation.

Anticipation. 

But ugh.

Uuuggghhh. First, he had to play talky chess. Aka: negotiate. Ugh. Boooring. 

It’s–

Yes yes yes, it's important, but that didn't stop it from being boring! 

You suggested this, you deal with it. 

...

Leo blinked, the strange sensation of ghost possession overtaking him. The ever-so-slightly different way that Leonardo held himself within the body. Probably from all those years mastering the art of fighting like an absolute badass.

“Watch and learn, loser,” Leonardo whispered, straightening up. Back and shoulders all proper and balanced, walking with confident strides, in a way that made Leo feel second-hand confidence, wow! Can this guy get any cooler??? 

Not that Leon wasn’t confident and cool. He totally is. But Master Leonardo just had that extra kick to him, you know? That oomph. And he was totally about to crush negotiation! 

“Let's hope so,” he grumbled, knocking sharply at Big Mama’s office door.

Long story short: negotiating was pretty boring. Sure, it was tense, some 5D interdimensional chess with time travel type of mental games happening; but Leo’s heart was elsewhere. All he cared about was ensuring this didn't backfire spectacularly, as his ideas often tended to. 

Leo may be here to do quote-unquote “unhealthy things”, but he isn't dragging his family into it. Threatening Big Mama with “You know if you do literally anything to me, all my brothers will happily come kick your butt and tear this place down, right?” was a pretty good card to pull. They both agreed: involving Leo’s family as little as possible would be ideal. 

(“And nothing with tentacles!” 

A chuckle, “Of course dearie, I wouldn't,”)

He was confident he could pull this off! 

More than that, he needed it to work. 

Because... well, it’s all fine and dandy, being healthy and vulnerable and showing your ugly parts to your loved ones. 

But that made Leo feel, well, vulnerable and ugly. 

(He’d seen his insides and they weren’t pretty. 

There was something wrong and broken with him. It was ugly and he hated it. He wanted to go out in the dead of night and bury it like a reeking corpse.)

But the Battle Nexus? 

Leo could be as fake and flashy as his dramatic heart wanted. He could feel cool, and strong, and awesome and also cool. He could be someone else—someone who was perfect and unbroken. And then he could go home as that good person, son, brother, friend, hero, and pseudo-father! It was a win-win!

In the Nexus, he could be the center of attention, so back home, he didn’t make everything about himself. 

And that way, this... simmering, beastly thing inside him would have an outlet. He couldn't push it away forever, its teeth and nails are sharp. And he refused to lash out at his loved ones.

...And–

And... That. 

Yeah. He hadn't forgotten.

That Thing they’d talked about.

Leo just... didn't want to think about it. Not yet, at least, just, just give him some time. 

He just needed to know, first, that he could handle it. That he won't collapse just from the concept of It. 

First, he had a show tomorrow night to get ready for. 

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Leo was bravely tolerating his reflection, rubbing on his face... some sort of cream. He actually wasn't completely sure what it's supposed to do, or, like, if it even really worked? But hey, dad had given it to him! 

(Possibly after April had, lovingly, near-throttled Leo for using her products–)

And it just felt nice on his skin! Like, refreshing and soothing. And it smelled nice. And it was nice to do some self-care, insert sparkles, play the Barbie soundtrack. Still missing the luscious blond locks. After everything he's been through!

”Krang Killer,” he suggested to the ghost hanging around. Incorporeal, only visible to him right now.

“...Okay, first off, you didn't kill any Krang–” he rolled his eyes. Buzzkill. That's one of the coolest ones Leo’s thought of so far!

“What about the little one, hmm? I portal-chopped him with the Technodrome!” he argued.

“Almost no one knows they were called the Krang,”

...Ugh, good point. 

“...Okay, fine, hmm.” what’s another cool stage name... “Alien Annihilator,”

“You're in a mood for alliteration huh?” El Fantasma raised a ghostly eyebrow. “Bit xenophobic though, I mean, what if some friendly aliens show up?”

Another good point, dammit.

“Ugh, you're right, we wouldn't want to drive off the friendly aliens–” Leo grumbled, tying on his mask. “Oh, wait, aren't I supposed to wear, like, a costume? I don't have a costume!” tragedy! Worst thing that has ever happened to him! How could he be flashy and cool without a cool flashy costume?! 

“I’m sure Big Mama would have something for you in a ditty,” Phantom Freeloader reassured dryly.

“You think she can also think of a name?” 

“Oh sure, the birthmother of such bangers like Kid Cthulu,” Leonardo drew out.

Leo shuddered. “Euguy, don't talk about birth and Big Mama in the same conversation,” gross. 

He turned around to check himself over a little. 

It was easier to look at himself, at least on good days. 

He had the arm from Donnie which was so super duper cool. He’d washed his mask, so it was a clean blue, just the hue he liked most; long tails trailing down, perfect for dramatic billowing in the wind, hah. Mikey liked to paint the back of his shell, sometimes, like it was now—over the blue filling in the cracks, following their path. Making them be flowy and ornate, instead of jagged; matching them up with the natural pattern of his carapace. Sometimes he added other decorative little details in a whole spectrum of colors, too. 

Currently it was like branches with pink flowers, which was both adorable and looked AWE. SOME. What were they called? Japanese cherry blossoms? Apparently, pink looked AMAZING against his blue, since they were... something something color theory. And the reddish-brown branches complimented his red stripes, and the little yellow flower dots that bees love were yellow to compliment his yellow stripes. 

They’d also decorated Raph’s shell, and the three of them had taken SO many photos, which Donnie had squirreled away to his archive like a gremlin. Leo really had to grill him for copies. 

Complete that with fresh new black wraps that weren't torn and bloodied? His pouches turned into a whole neat utility belt? 

(Donnie had totally copied him on that last part, but Leo had bullied him into claiming that it's because they are twins, so he had permission.)

It all looked sick! If the Nexus watchers didn't think he was supremely cool, they are stupid.

“...What about,” Master Leonardo had been contemplating, “Something in another language? Spanish maybe?” he suggested, and Leo’s eyes, still admiring the art on his back, lit up with an idea. Time to open Google Translate, baby!

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(Additional notes: I won't be posting all chapters to Tumblr, just this one. The rest will be on ao3.)